ParnassusRalph Waldo Emerson Houghton, Osgood, 1880 - Всего страниц: 534 |
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... voice through mazes running , Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony ; That Orpheus ' self may heave his head From golden slumber on a bed Of heapt Elysian flowers , and hear Such strains as would have won the ear ...
... voice through mazes running , Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony ; That Orpheus ' self may heave his head From golden slumber on a bed Of heapt Elysian flowers , and hear Such strains as would have won the ear ...
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... Voice of the lonely mountain's fa- vorite bird ! These steeps inviolate by human art , Centre of awe , raised over all that man Would fain enjoy , and consecrate to one , Lord of the desert and of all be- side , Consorting with the ...
... Voice of the lonely mountain's fa- vorite bird ! These steeps inviolate by human art , Centre of awe , raised over all that man Would fain enjoy , and consecrate to one , Lord of the desert and of all be- side , Consorting with the ...
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... voice of joy ; his spirit drank The spectacle ; sensation , soul , and form All melted into him ; they swallowed up His animal being ; in them did he live , And by them did he live ; they were his life . In such access of mind , in such ...
... voice of joy ; his spirit drank The spectacle ; sensation , soul , and form All melted into him ; they swallowed up His animal being ; in them did he live , And by them did he live ; they were his life . In such access of mind , in such ...
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... voice shall chant , in accents clear , Throughout the livelong day , Till the first silver star appear , The sovereignty of May . WORDSWORTH . CORINNA'S GOING A - MAYING . GET up , get up , for shame ; the blooming Morn Upon her wings ...
... voice shall chant , in accents clear , Throughout the livelong day , Till the first silver star appear , The sovereignty of May . WORDSWORTH . CORINNA'S GOING A - MAYING . GET up , get up , for shame ; the blooming Morn Upon her wings ...
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Ralph Waldo Emerson. There was another audience out of reach , Who had no voice nor vote in making laws , But in the papers read his little speech , And crowned his modest temples with applause : They made him conscious , each one more ...
Ralph Waldo Emerson. There was another audience out of reach , Who had no voice nor vote in making laws , But in the papers read his little speech , And crowned his modest temples with applause : They made him conscious , each one more ...
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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...