ParnassusRalph Waldo Emerson J. R. Osgood, 1875 - 534 sider |
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... blood- stains on their breasts , Or wounded crept away from sight of man , While the young died of famine in their nests : A slaughter to be told in groans , not words , The very St. Bartholomew of birds ! The Summer came , and all the ...
... blood- stains on their breasts , Or wounded crept away from sight of man , While the young died of famine in their nests : A slaughter to be told in groans , not words , The very St. Bartholomew of birds ! The Summer came , and all the ...
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... blood - stained roost , and sheep- cote spoiled , My heart forgets , While pitiless the tempest wild Sore on you beats . Now Phoebe , in her midnight reign , Dark muffled , viewed the dreary plain ; Still crowding thoughts , a pensive ...
... blood - stained roost , and sheep- cote spoiled , My heart forgets , While pitiless the tempest wild Sore on you beats . Now Phoebe , in her midnight reign , Dark muffled , viewed the dreary plain ; Still crowding thoughts , a pensive ...
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... blood for guilty man was shed ; How He , who bore in Heaven the second name , Had not on earth whereon to lay his head : How his first followers and ser- vants sped ; The precepts sage they wrote to many a land : How he , who lone in ...
... blood for guilty man was shed ; How He , who bore in Heaven the second name , Had not on earth whereon to lay his head : How his first followers and ser- vants sped ; The precepts sage they wrote to many a land : How he , who lone in ...
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... blood labors to beget Spirits as like souls as it can , Because such fingers need to knit That subtile knot which makes us man : So must pure lovers ' souls descend To affections and to faculties , Which sense may reach and ap- prehend ...
... blood labors to beget Spirits as like souls as it can , Because such fingers need to knit That subtile knot which makes us man : So must pure lovers ' souls descend To affections and to faculties , Which sense may reach and ap- prehend ...
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... blood enchafed , as the rud'st wind , That by the top doth take the mountain pine , And make him stoop to the vale . ' Tis wonderful That an invisible instinct should frame them To royalty unlearned ; honor un- taught ; Civility not ...
... blood enchafed , as the rud'st wind , That by the top doth take the mountain pine , And make him stoop to the vale . ' Tis wonderful That an invisible instinct should frame them To royalty unlearned ; honor un- taught ; Civility not ...
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auld auld lang syne beauty BEN JONSON beneath birds blessed blood blow brave breast breath brow busk 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 gaze Glenlogie gold grace green hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven heir of Linne holy honor JEAN INGELOW king lady land light live look Lord Maryland maun mind morn ne'er never night o'er Osawatomie pray rock rose round sail SHAKSPEARE shalt ship shore sing sleep smile song soul 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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Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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!
Side 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.
Side 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!
Side 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.
Side 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...