And I would have, now love is over, An end to all, an end: I cannot, having been your lover Stoop to… — Arthur Symons Ends Copy Share Image
I have loved colours, and not flowers;Their motion, not the swallows wings;And wasted more than half my hoursWithout the comradeship of things. — Arthur Symons Colour Copy Share Image
“I would wash the dust of the world in a soft green flood. Here between sea and sea in a fairy wood,… — Arthur Symons Copy Share Image
The dead are happy, having no desire. I rise and fall, and rise and fall again, Something is in me, famishing for… — Arthur Symons Baffled Copy Share Image
Criticism is properly the rod of divination: a hazel switch for the discovery of buried treasure, not a birch twig for the… — Arthur Symons Buried Copy Share Image
“As a perfume doth remain In the folds where it hath lain, So the thought of you, remaining Deeply folded in my… — Arthur Symons Poem Copy Share Image
Vaguely conscious of that great suspense in which we live, we find our escape from its sterile, annihilating reality in many dreams,… — Arthur Symons Art Copy Share Image
The gray-green stretch of sandy grass,Indefinitely desolate;A sea of lead, a sky of slate;Already autumn in the air, alas!One stark monotony of… — Arthur Symons Air Copy Share Image
There is not a dream which may not come true, if we have the energy which makes, or chooses, our own fate....… — Arthur Symons Dream Copy Share Image
There are certain natures to whom work is nothing, the act of work everything. — Arthur Symons Certain Copy Share Image
All art is a form of artifice.For in art there can be no prejudices. — Arthur Symons Art Copy Share Image
I heard the sighing of the reedsAt noontide and at evening,And some old dream I had forgottenI seemed to be remembering. — Arthur Symons Dream Copy Share Image
He knew that the whole mystery of beauty can never be comprehended by the crowd, and that while clearness is a virtue… — Arthur Symons Beauty Copy Share Image
To have loved, to have been made happy thus, / What better fate has life in store for us? — Arthur Symons Destiny Copy Share Image
The making of one's life into art is, after all, the first duty and privilege of every man. — Arthur Symons Art Copy Share Image
