ParnassusRalph Waldo Emerson Houghton, Mifflin, 1874 - 534 من الصفحات |
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... head From golden slumber on a bed Of heapt Elysian flowers , and hear Such strains as would have won the ear Of Pluto , to have quite set free His half regain'd Eurydice . These delights if thou canst give , Mirth , with thee I mean to ...
... head From golden slumber on a bed Of heapt Elysian flowers , and hear Such strains as would have won the ear Of Pluto , to have quite set free His half regain'd Eurydice . These delights if thou canst give , Mirth , with thee I mean to ...
الصفحة 7
... to a height beyond all thought . " He ended as the nightly prayer and fast Summoned him inward . But I sat and heard The night - hawks rip the air above my head NATURE . 7 Tacking Ship off Shore Sunset Cloud, Coral Grove,
... to a height beyond all thought . " He ended as the nightly prayer and fast Summoned him inward . But I sat and heard The night - hawks rip the air above my head NATURE . 7 Tacking Ship off Shore Sunset Cloud, Coral Grove,
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... head : The fishermen , that walk upon the beach , Appear like mice ; and yond ' tall anchoring bark Diminish'd to her cock ; her cock , a buoy Almost too small for sight : the murmuring surge , That on the unnumber'd idle pebbles chafes ...
... head : The fishermen , that walk upon the beach , Appear like mice ; and yond ' tall anchoring bark Diminish'd to her cock ; her cock , a buoy Almost too small for sight : the murmuring surge , That on the unnumber'd idle pebbles chafes ...
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... heads together like their sheaves : Men have no faith in fine - spun sen- timent Who put their trust in bullocks and in beeves . The birds were doomed ; and , as the record shows , A bounty offered for the head of crows . There was ...
... heads together like their sheaves : Men have no faith in fine - spun sen- timent Who put their trust in bullocks and in beeves . The birds were doomed ; and , as the record shows , A bounty offered for the head of crows . There was ...
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... nymph , but for a reed . What wondrous life is this I lead ! Ripe apples drop about my head ; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine ; The nectarine , and curious peach , Into my hands NATURE . 25.
... nymph , but for a reed . What wondrous life is this I lead ! Ripe apples drop about my head ; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine ; The nectarine , and curious peach , Into my hands NATURE . 25.
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auld auld lang syne beauty BEN JONSON beneath birds blessed blood blow brave breast breath brow busk clouds Clyde's water COVENTRY PATMORE cried crown dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth eyes F. B. SANBORN face fair Fair Annie fear flowers frae Glenlogie gold grace green hand hath head hear heard heart heaven heir of Linne holy honor JEAN INGELOW king lady land light live look Lord Maryland maun morn ne'er never night o'er Osawatomie pray ring rock rose round sail SHAKSPEARE shalt ship shore sing sleep smile song soul sound spirit stars steed stood Svend Vonved sweet sword tears tell thee thet thine thing thou art thought Toll slowly tree Twas unto voice wave weep wild wind wood word
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الصفحة 161 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
الصفحة 264 - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power. Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart : Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea : Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou...
الصفحة 165 - Nor man nor boy Nor all that is at enmity with joy Can utterly abolish or destroy. Hence in a season of calm weather, Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
الصفحة 32 - 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...
الصفحة 459 - That to the faithful herdman's art belongs! What recks it them? What need they? They are sped; And when they list, their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw; The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But swol'n with wind and the rank mist they draw Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread: Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said. But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
الصفحة 195 - Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And sure, he is an honorable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke. But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause ; What cause withholds you, then, to mourn for him ? O judgment!
الصفحة 92 - Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, 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. Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho...
الصفحة 26 - 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...
الصفحة 166 - And O, ye Fountains, Meadows, Hills and Groves, Forebode not any severing of our loves! Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might; I only have relinquished one delight To live beneath your more habitual sway. I love the Brooks which down their channels fret, Even more than when I tripped lightly as they...
الصفحة 116 - 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!