ParnassusRalph Waldo Emerson J. R. Osgood, 1875 - Всего страниц: 534 |
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... Darkness spreads his jealous wings , And the night - raven sings ; There under ebon shades , and low- brow'd rocks , As ragged as thy locks , In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell . But come , thou Goddess fair and free , In heav'n y ...
... Darkness spreads his jealous wings , And the night - raven sings ; There under ebon shades , and low- brow'd rocks , As ragged as thy locks , In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell . But come , thou Goddess fair and free , In heav'n y ...
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... dark hours , as David did for Saul . 66 " The thrush , that carols at the dawn of day From the green steeples of the piny wood ; The oriole in the elm ; the noisy jay , Jargoning like a foreigner at his food ; The bluebird balanced on ...
... dark hours , as David did for Saul . 66 " The thrush , that carols at the dawn of day From the green steeples of the piny wood ; The oriole in the elm ; the noisy jay , Jargoning like a foreigner at his food ; The bluebird balanced on ...
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... darkness and the cold we flew , And not a voice was idle : with the din Meanwhile the precipices rang aloud ; The ... dark- ness , spinning still The rapid line of motion , then at once Have I , reclining back upon my heels , Stopp'd ...
... darkness and the cold we flew , And not a voice was idle : with the din Meanwhile the precipices rang aloud ; The ... dark- ness , spinning still The rapid line of motion , then at once Have I , reclining back upon my heels , Stopp'd ...
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... dark'ning thro ' the flaky show'r , Or whirlin ' drift : Ae night the storm the steeples rocked , Poor labor sweet in sleep was locked , While burns , wi ' snawy wreaths up- chocked , Wild - eddying swirl , Or thro ' the mining outlet ...
... dark'ning thro ' the flaky show'r , Or whirlin ' drift : Ae night the storm the steeples rocked , Poor labor sweet in sleep was locked , While burns , wi ' snawy wreaths up- chocked , Wild - eddying swirl , Or thro ' the mining outlet ...
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... dark Loch na Gair . Ah ! there my young footsteps in infancy wandered ; My cap was the bonnet , my cloak was the plaid ; On chieftains long perished , my memory pondered , As daily I strode through the pine- covered glade ; I sought not ...
... dark Loch na Gair . Ah ! there my young footsteps in infancy wandered ; My cap was the bonnet , my cloak was the plaid ; On chieftains long perished , my memory pondered , As daily I strode through the pine- covered glade ; I sought not ...
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Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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!
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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!
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...