ParnassusRalph Waldo Emerson J. R. Osgood, 1875 - 534 páginas |
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... Thine . Banks of Doon , The Blow , Blow , thou Winter Wind Boatie Rows , The Bonny Dundee Bridal of Andalla , The Brignall Banks Bugle - Song , The Canadian Boat - Song Celia , To • Ceres , Song to Clan - Alpine , Song of Come Away ...
... Thine . Banks of Doon , The Blow , Blow , thou Winter Wind Boatie Rows , The Bonny Dundee Bridal of Andalla , The Brignall Banks Bugle - Song , The Canadian Boat - Song Celia , To • Ceres , Song to Clan - Alpine , Song of Come Away ...
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... Thine 448 Battle of Harlaw 301 Beware 517 Sir Pavon and Saint Pavon 417 Bonny Dundee 449 Brignall Banks . 449 Bruce and the Abbot 415 PATMORE , COVENTRY . Child Dyring 336 Born in Essex , Eng . , 1823 . Clan Alpine 450 Honoria Sentences ...
... Thine 448 Battle of Harlaw 301 Beware 517 Sir Pavon and Saint Pavon 417 Bonny Dundee 449 Brignall Banks . 449 Bruce and the Abbot 415 PATMORE , COVENTRY . Child Dyring 336 Born in Essex , Eng . , 1823 . Clan Alpine 450 Honoria Sentences ...
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... thine ear : Nightly she sings on yon pomegran- ate tree : Believe me , love , it was the nightin- gale . Romeo . It was the lark , the her- ald of the morn , No nightingale : look , love , what envious streaks Do lace the severing ...
... thine ear : Nightly she sings on yon pomegran- ate tree : Believe me , love , it was the nightin- gale . Romeo . It was the lark , the her- ald of the morn , No nightingale : look , love , what envious streaks Do lace the severing ...
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... thine own dear bounds , Not envying others ' larger grounds ; For well thou know'st , ' tis not the extent Of land makes life , but sweet con- tent . When now the cock , the ploughman's horne , Calls forth the lily - wristed morne ...
... thine own dear bounds , Not envying others ' larger grounds ; For well thou know'st , ' tis not the extent Of land makes life , but sweet con- tent . When now the cock , the ploughman's horne , Calls forth the lily - wristed morne ...
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... art reared . The joys of earth and air are thine entire That with thy feet and wings dost hop and fly , And when thy poppy works thou dost retire , To thy carved acorn - bed to lie . Up with the day , the Sun thou wel- com'st 16 PARNASSUS .
... art reared . The joys of earth and air are thine entire That with thy feet and wings dost hop and fly , And when thy poppy works thou dost retire , To thy carved acorn - bed to lie . Up with the day , the Sun thou wel- com'st 16 PARNASSUS .
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arms bear beauty blood blow brave breath bring comes crown dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth eyes face fair fall fear fire flowers give gold gone grace green hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hope hour keep king lady land leave light live look Lord mind morn Nature never night o'er once pass poor rest rise rock rose round seen ship side sight sing sleep smile song soon soul sound speak spirit spring stand stars stood sweet tears tell thee thine thing thou thought Toll slowly tree true turned unto voice wave wild wind wood young
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Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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!
Página 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.
Página 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!
Página 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.
Página 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...