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On the Art of Writing / Lectures delivered in the University of Cambridge 1913-1914

Chapter 3 No.3

Word Count: 679    |    Released on: 04/12/2017

Man, the microcosm: on you, on me, on the tiny percipient centre upon which the immense cosmic circle focuses itself as the sun upon a burning-glass-and he is not

n the great pageant but 'the ring enclosing all,' the sole int

But I will quote you here two short passages from the work of a sort of poor relation of theirs, a humble Welsh parson of that time, Thomas Traherne- unknown un

never should be reaped, nor was ever sown. I thought it had stood from everlasting to everlasting. The dust and stones of the street were as precious as gold: the gates were at first the end of the world. The

ere mine, as much as their sparkling eyes, fair skins and ruddy faces. The skies were mine, and so we

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s out in tune with the heavenly concert-a

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