In Arcady . Mil of things, and this mysterious andflooding life was at one with the lifethat had come to knowledge andconsciousness in his spirit. The gods make the music towhich youth moves with eager feet,and if the youth had thrown off thespell that held him mute and mo-tionless in the heart of the pines hewould have seen a face which waslong the light of a world which hassunk below the horizon, but fromwhich the artists and poets stilldraw their inspiration, and to whichthose who make the images of beautyhave always gone to test the perfec-tion of the work of their hands; aface of noble an
In Arcady . Mil of things, and this mysterious andflooding life was at one with the lifethat had come to knowledge andconsciousness in his spirit. The gods make the music towhich youth moves with eager feet,and if the youth had thrown off thespell that held him mute and mo-tionless in the heart of the pines hewould have seen a face which waslong the light of a world which hassunk below the horizon, but fromwhich the artists and poets stilldraw their inspiration, and to whichthose who make the images of beautyhave always gone to test the perfec-tion of the work of their hands; aface of noble and ineffable beauty;the features expressive of perfectsymmetry and of the finest individ-[77] WM. uality; the eyes unshadowed bypain, luminous, tender, glowing ; thegreat shape so divinely fashionedthat strength was lost in beautyand beauty became the highestform of strength. [78] ^&sg£b%t
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