ParnassusRalph Waldo Emerson Houghton, Osgood, 1880 - Всего страниц: 534 |
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... doth ' Sonnet : " From you have I been " Sonnet on First Looking into Chapman's Homer Soul's Errand , The St. Cecilia's Day Steamboats , Viaducts , and Railways Ben Jonson Shakspeare Keats Supplication , A Thought Ulysses Under the ...
... doth ' Sonnet : " From you have I been " Sonnet on First Looking into Chapman's Homer Soul's Errand , The St. Cecilia's Day Steamboats , Viaducts , and Railways Ben Jonson Shakspeare Keats Supplication , A Thought Ulysses Under the ...
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... doth lye " Execution , The Fare Thee Well Fop , The . Forging of the Anchor , The George Peabody , To Gladiator , The Henry V. • Ice Palace , The Lines in a Lady's Album Love of England . Lucy , Countess of Bedford , On Man of Ross The ...
... doth lye " Execution , The Fare Thee Well Fop , The . Forging of the Anchor , The George Peabody , To Gladiator , The Henry V. • Ice Palace , The Lines in a Lady's Album Love of England . Lucy , Countess of Bedford , On Man of Ross The ...
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... doth died 1835 . Kilmeny The Witch of Fife HOLMES , OLIVER WENDELL . Born in Cambridge , Mass . , 1809 . Freedom in Dress May 120 487 Masque of Pleasure and Virtue Nature Ode to Himself On Lucy , Countess of Bedford Song : How near to ...
... doth died 1835 . Kilmeny The Witch of Fife HOLMES , OLIVER WENDELL . Born in Cambridge , Mass . , 1809 . Freedom in Dress May 120 487 Masque of Pleasure and Virtue Nature Ode to Himself On Lucy , Countess of Bedford Song : How near to ...
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... doth rise ; Then to come in spite of sorrow , And at my window bid good morrow , Through the sweetbrier , or the vine , Or the twisted eglantine : While the cock with lively din Scatters the rear of Darkness thin , And to the stack , or ...
... doth rise ; Then to come in spite of sorrow , And at my window bid good morrow , Through the sweetbrier , or the vine , Or the twisted eglantine : While the cock with lively din Scatters the rear of Darkness thin , And to the stack , or ...
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... doth laugh as Zephyr blows ? That seas are now more even than the land ; The rivers run as smoothed by his hand ; Only their heads are crispèd by his stroke . How plays the yearling , with his brow scarce broke , Now in the open grass ...
... doth laugh as Zephyr blows ? That seas are now more even than the land ; The rivers run as smoothed by his hand ; Only their heads are crispèd by his stroke . How plays the yearling , with his brow scarce broke , Now in the open grass ...
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Стр. 207 - Which he did thrice refuse: was this ambition? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious, And, sure, he is an honorable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause: What cause withholds you then to mourn for him?
Стр. 177 - Nor man nor boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy ! Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Стр. 273 - 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. 65 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Стр. 172 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of Mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious Truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous Shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
Стр. 172 - Let not ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure ; Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike the inevitable hour.
Стр. 175 - Now, while the Birds thus sing a joyous song, And while the young Lambs bound As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief: A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong. The Cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep: No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay ; Land and Sea Give themselves up to jollity, And with the heart of May...
Стр. 154 - gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave, doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth, And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow.
Стр. 162 - ning clamour in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes? Canst thou, O partial sleep ! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude; And in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king?
Стр. 171 - 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, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team afield...