ParnassusRalph Waldo Emerson James R. Osgood, 1875 - 534 sidor |
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... soon after this was written . The poems of a lady who contents herself with the initials H. H. in her book published in Boston ( 1874 ) have rare merit of thought and expression , and will reward the reader for the careful attention ...
... soon after this was written . The poems of a lady who contents herself with the initials H. H. in her book published in Boston ( 1874 ) have rare merit of thought and expression , and will reward the reader for the careful attention ...
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... soon lull'd asleep . Tower'd cities please us then , And the busy hum of men , Where throngs of knights and barons bold In weeds of peace high triumphs hold , With store of ladies , whose bright eyes Rain influence , and judge the prize ...
... soon lull'd asleep . Tower'd cities please us then , And the busy hum of men , Where throngs of knights and barons bold In weeds of peace high triumphs hold , With store of ladies , whose bright eyes Rain influence , and judge the prize ...
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... soon things have Their end , though ne'er so brave : And after they have shown their pride Like you , a while , they glide Into the grave . LIBERTY . HERRICK . WHO can divine what impulses from God Reach the caged lark , within a town ...
... soon things have Their end , though ne'er so brave : And after they have shown their pride Like you , a while , they glide Into the grave . LIBERTY . HERRICK . WHO can divine what impulses from God Reach the caged lark , within a town ...
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... soon as it is done . Then up she clambe the clouds With such a lusty lay , That it rejoiced her younglings ' heart , As in their nest they lay . ARTHUR BOAR FLIGHT OF THE WILD GEESE . RAMBLING along the marshes 36 PARNASSUS .
... soon as it is done . Then up she clambe the clouds With such a lusty lay , That it rejoiced her younglings ' heart , As in their nest they lay . ARTHUR BOAR FLIGHT OF THE WILD GEESE . RAMBLING along the marshes 36 PARNASSUS .
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... soon that toil shall end , Soon shalt thou find a summer home , and rest , And scream among thy fellows : reeds shall bend , Soon , o'er thy sheltered nest . Thou'rt gone , the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet on my ...
... soon that toil shall end , Soon shalt thou find a summer home , and rest , And scream among thy fellows : reeds shall bend , Soon , o'er thy sheltered nest . Thou'rt gone , the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet on my ...
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Sida 230 - He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat; He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment seat; Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet! Our God is marching on. In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me; As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free, While God is marching on.
Sida 77 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of...
Sida 29 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that, frighted, thou let'st fall From Dis's 1 waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets, dim. But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes, Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength, a malady Most incident to maids ; bold oxlips, and The crown-imperial ; lilies of all kinds, The flower-de-luce being one.
Sida 34 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown : Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth...
Sida 171 - E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, 'Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn; 'There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide...
Sida 101 - Myself not least, but honored of them all, — And drunk delight of battle with my peers, Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy. I am a part of all that I have met; Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough Gleams that untraveled world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move.
Sida 222 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet — But hark!
Sida 211 - This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered ; We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition : And gentlemen in England now a-bed Shall think themselves accursed they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's...
Sida 38 - There is a Power whose care teaches thy way along that pathless coast, the desert and illimitable air — lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, at that far height, the cold thin atmosphere, yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, though the dark night is near.
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. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down : It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.