Rome in the ages, dimmed with all her towers, / Floats in the mist, a little cloud at tether. — Alice Meynell Copy Share Image
Rome in the ages, dimmed with all her towers, / Floats in the mist, a little cloud at tether. — Alice Meynell Copy Share Image
If there is a look of human eyes that tells of perpetual loneliness, so there is also the familiar look that is the sign… — Alice Meynell Copy Share Image
Spirit of place! It is for this we travel, to surprise its subtlety; and where it is a strong and dominant angel, that place,… — Alice Meynell Copy Share Image
Assuredly it would be a pity if laughter should ever become, like rhetoric and the arts, a habit. — Alice Meynell Copy Share Image
In childhood we all have ... a far higher sensibility for April and April evenings - a heartache for them, which in riper years… — Alice Meynell Copy Share Image
O spring, I know thee! Seek for sweet surprise / In the young children's eyes. / But I have learnt the years, and know… — Alice Meynell Copy Share Image
recurrence is sure. What the mind suffered last week, or last year, it does not suffer now; but it will suffer again next week… — Alice Meynell Copy Share Image
Play is not for every hour of the day, or for any hour taken at random. There is a tide in the affairs of… — Alice Meynell Copy Share Image
It is easy to replace man, and it will take no great time, when Nature has lapsed, to replace Nature. — Alice Meynell Copy Share Image
From the shaken tower A flock of bells take flight, And go with the hour. — Alice Meynell Copy Share Image
O daisy mine, what will it be to look / From God's side even of such a simple thing? — Alice Meynell Copy Share Image
Children have a fastidiousness that time is slow to cure. It is to be wondered, for example, whether if the elderly were half as… — Alice Meynell Copy Share Image
