ParnassusRalph Waldo Emerson J. R. Osgood, 1875 - 534 sidor |
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... Bear , With thrice - great Hermes , or un- sphere The spirit of Plato , to unfold What worlds , or what vast regions hold The immortal mind , that hath for- sook Her mansion in this fleshly nook : And of those Demons that are found In ...
... Bear , With thrice - great Hermes , or un- sphere The spirit of Plato , to unfold What worlds , or what vast regions hold The immortal mind , that hath for- sook Her mansion in this fleshly nook : And of those Demons that are found In ...
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... bear , And gilded them with sheets of bright ; I fall upon the grass like love's first kiss ; I make the golden flies and their fine bliss ; I paint the hedgerows in the lane , And clover white and red the path- ways bear ; I laugh ...
... bear , And gilded them with sheets of bright ; I fall upon the grass like love's first kiss ; I make the golden flies and their fine bliss ; I paint the hedgerows in the lane , And clover white and red the path- ways bear ; I laugh ...
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... bear the mourner to the poplar shade ; Where , all abandoned to despair , she sings Her sorrows thro ' the night ; and on the bough Sole - sitting , still at every dying fall Takes up again her lamentable strain Of winding woe , till ...
... bear the mourner to the poplar shade ; Where , all abandoned to despair , she sings Her sorrows thro ' the night ; and on the bough Sole - sitting , still at every dying fall Takes up again her lamentable strain Of winding woe , till ...
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... bear , the bil- lows foam , Survey our empire , and behold our home ! These are our realms , no limits to their sway ; Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey . Ours the wild life in tumult still to range From toil to rest , and joy in ...
... bear , the bil- lows foam , Survey our empire , and behold our home ! These are our realms , no limits to their sway ; Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey . Ours the wild life in tumult still to range From toil to rest , and joy in ...
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... bear them twice . With cedars chosen by his hand From Lebanon he stores the land ; And makes the hollow seas that roar Proclaim the ambergris on shore . He cast ( of which we rather boast ) The gospel's pearl upon our coast ; And in ...
... bear them twice . With cedars chosen by his hand From Lebanon he stores the land ; And makes the hollow seas that roar Proclaim the ambergris on shore . He cast ( of which we rather boast ) The gospel's pearl upon our coast ; And in ...
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Sida 468 - Nesera's hair ? Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights, and live laborious days : But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life.
Sida 271 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
Sida 28 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy...
Sida 102 - Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die.
Sida 174 - But there's a Tree, of many, one, A single Field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone : The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat : Whither is fled the visionary gleam? Where is it now, the glory and the dream...
Sida 126 - And here were gardens bright with sinuous rills Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree ; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery. But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover! A savage place! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
Sida 171 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favorite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; "The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Sida 127 - The shadow of the dome of pleasure Floated midway on the waves ; Where was heard the mingled measure From the fountain and the caves. It was a miracle of rare device, A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!
Sida 4 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful jollity, Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek ; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Sida 169 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care ; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield...