ParnassusRalph Waldo Emerson J. R. Osgood, 1875 - 534 sider |
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... eyes and hearts . Those softer circles are the young man's heaven , And there more orbs and planets are than seven ... eye hath caught new pleasures Whilst the landscape round it measures ; Russet lawns , and fallows gray , Where the ...
... eyes and hearts . Those softer circles are the young man's heaven , And there more orbs and planets are than seven ... eye hath caught new pleasures Whilst the landscape round it measures ; Russet lawns , and fallows gray , Where the ...
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... eyes ; Hard by , a cottage chimney smokes , From betwixt two aged oaks , Where Corydon and Thyrsis met , Are at their savory dinner set Of herbs , and other country messes , Which the neat - handed Phillis dresses ; And then in haste ...
... eyes ; Hard by , a cottage chimney smokes , From betwixt two aged oaks , Where Corydon and Thyrsis met , Are at their savory dinner set Of herbs , and other country messes , Which the neat - handed Phillis dresses ; And then in haste ...
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... eye From base to summit ; such delight I found To note in shrub and tree , in stone and flower , That intermixture of ... eyes , beheld That ravishment of mine , and laughed aloud . The Rock , like something starting from a sleep , Took ...
... eye From base to summit ; such delight I found To note in shrub and tree , in stone and flower , That intermixture of ... eyes , beheld That ravishment of mine , and laughed aloud . The Rock , like something starting from a sleep , Took ...
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... eyes : tie up his chin : Step from the corpse , and let him in That standeth there alone , And waiteth at the door . There's a new foot on the floor , my friend , And a new face at the door , my · friend , A new face at the door ...
... eyes : tie up his chin : Step from the corpse , and let him in That standeth there alone , And waiteth at the door . There's a new foot on the floor , my friend , And a new face at the door , my · friend , A new face at the door ...
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... eyes awake Of drowsy , dotard Time , O care ! O guilt ! O vales and plains , Here , ' mid his own unvexed do- mains , A genius dwells , that can subdue At once all memory of You , Most potent when mists veil the sky , - Mists that ...
... eyes awake Of drowsy , dotard Time , O care ! O guilt ! O vales and plains , Here , ' mid his own unvexed do- mains , A genius dwells , that can subdue At once all memory of You , Most potent when mists veil the sky , - Mists that ...
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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...