ParnassusRalph Waldo Emerson J. R. Osgood, 1875 - Всего страниц: 534 |
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... sweet Lib- erty ; And if I give thee honor due , Mirth , admit me of thy crew , To live with her , and live with thee , In unreproved pleasures free ; To hear the lark begin his flight , And singing startle the dull night From his watch ...
... sweet Lib- erty ; And if I give thee honor due , Mirth , admit me of thy crew , To live with her , and live with thee , In unreproved pleasures free ; To hear the lark begin his flight , And singing startle the dull night From his watch ...
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... sweet solitude , the Moun- tain's life , At morn and eve , at rise and hush of day , I heard the wood - thrush sing in the white spruce . The living water , the enchanted air So mingling in its crystal clearness there A sweet , 6 PARNASSUS ...
... sweet solitude , the Moun- tain's life , At morn and eve , at rise and hush of day , I heard the wood - thrush sing in the white spruce . The living water , the enchanted air So mingling in its crystal clearness there A sweet , 6 PARNASSUS ...
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... sweet slug - a - bed , and see The dew bespangling herb and tree . Each flower has wept , and bow'd toward the east , Above an hour since , yet you not drest , Nay ! not so much as out of bed ; When all the birds have matins said , And ...
... sweet slug - a - bed , and see The dew bespangling herb and tree . Each flower has wept , and bow'd toward the east , Above an hour since , yet you not drest , Nay ! not so much as out of bed ; When all the birds have matins said , And ...
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... sweet music for us all In our 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 ...
... sweet music for us all In our 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 ...
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... sweet roundelay , Or twitter of little fieldfares , as you take Your nooning in the shade of bush and brake ? " You call them thieves and pilla- gers ; but know They are the wingèd wardens of your farms , Who from the cornfields drive ...
... sweet roundelay , Or twitter of little fieldfares , as you take Your nooning in the shade of bush and brake ? " You call them thieves and pilla- gers ; but know They are the wingèd wardens of your farms , Who from the cornfields drive ...
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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...