A vi that the world was now but a bundle ments possessed me without ceasing. I had tried this vi on The Rhymers, thereby plunging into greater silen already too silent evening. Johnson, I was aced to say, you are the only man I know whose silence has beak & claw. I had lectured on it to some London Irish society, and I was to lecture upon it later on in Dublin, but I never found but oerested man, an official of the Primrose League, who was also an active member of the Fenian Brotherhood. I am areme servative apart from Ireland, I have heard him explain; and I have no doubt that personal experience made him share the sight of ahat saw the world in fragments. I had been put inte by the followers of Huxley, Tyndall, Carolus Duran and Bastien?Lepage, who not only asserted the unimportance of subject, whether in art or literature, but the independence of the arts from one another. Upoher hand I delighted in every age where poet and artist fihemselves gladly to some ied subject matter known to the whole people, for I thought that in man and race alike there is something called unity of being, using that term as Dante used it when he pared beauty in the vito to a perfectly proportioned human body. My father, from whom I had learhe term, preferred a parison ……（内容加载失败！）
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