ParnassusRalph Waldo Emerson Houghton, Mifflin, 1874 - Всего страниц: 534 |
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... rest " . Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington Ode on the Death of Thomson Ode on the Consecration of Sleepy - Hollow Cemetery On Sir Philip Sidney 66 On the Loss of the Royal George " Othello's Last Words Bryant 457 Marvell 455 ...
... rest " . Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington Ode on the Death of Thomson Ode on the Consecration of Sleepy - Hollow Cemetery On Sir Philip Sidney 66 On the Loss of the Royal George " Othello's Last Words Bryant 457 Marvell 455 ...
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... flocks do stray ; Mountains , on whose barren breast The laboring clouds do often rest ; Meadows trim with daisies pied , Shallow brooks , and rivers wide ; Towers and battlements it sees Bosomed high in tufted trees 4 PARNASSUS .
... flocks do stray ; Mountains , on whose barren breast The laboring clouds do often rest ; Meadows trim with daisies pied , Shallow brooks , and rivers wide ; Towers and battlements it sees Bosomed high in tufted trees 4 PARNASSUS .
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... rest , Bring'st home the ingot from the west : No , thy ambitious masterpiece Flies no thought higher than a fleece ; Or to pay thy hinds , and cleere All scores , and so to end the yeare : But walk'st about thine own dear bounds , Not ...
... rest , Bring'st home the ingot from the west : No , thy ambitious masterpiece Flies no thought higher than a fleece ; Or to pay thy hinds , and cleere All scores , and so to end the yeare : But walk'st about thine own dear bounds , Not ...
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... rest . Our sacred hearths shall burn eter- nally As vestal flames ; the North - wind , he Shall strike his frost - stretched wings , dissolve , and fly This Ætna in epitome . Dropping December shall come weeping in , Bewail th ...
... rest . Our sacred hearths shall burn eter- nally As vestal flames ; the North - wind , he Shall strike his frost - stretched wings , dissolve , and fly This Ætna in epitome . Dropping December shall come weeping in , Bewail th ...
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... rest , And pass the heartless day . " The sweeping blast the sky o'er- cast , " The joyless winter - day , Let others fear , to me more dear Than all the pride of May ; The tempest's howl , it soothes my soul , My griefs it seems to ...
... rest , And pass the heartless day . " The sweeping blast the sky o'er- cast , " The joyless winter - day , Let others fear , to me more dear Than all the pride of May ; The tempest's howl , it soothes my soul , My griefs it seems to ...
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Стр. 274 - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power. Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart : Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea : Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou...
Стр. 33 - I gazed— and gazed— but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.
Стр. 173 - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Стр. 174 - Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own ; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind, And, even with something of a Mother's mind, And no unworthy aim, The homely Nurse doth all she can To make her Foster-child, her Inmate Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. VII. Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years...
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. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down : It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
Стр. 127 - mid this tumult Kubla heard from far Ancestral voices prophesying war \~, /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. 175 - Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings; Blank misgivings of a Creature Moving about in worlds not realized, High instincts before which our mortal Nature Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised...
Стр. 282 - And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock/beating surf. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
Стр. 182 - GOD moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform ; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm. Deep in unfathomable mines Of never-failing skill, He treasures up his bright designs, And works his sovereign will. Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head. Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust him for his grace ; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face. His purposes will...
Стр. 226 - Amidst the storm they sang, And the stars heard, and the sea ; And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free. The ocean eagle soared From his nest by the white wave's foam ; And the rocking pines of the forest roared — This was their welcome home. There were men with hoary hair Amidst that pilgrim band : Why had they come to wither there, Away from their childhood's land ? There was woman's fearless eye, Lit by her deep love's truth ; There was manhood's brow, serenely...