ParnassusRalph Waldo Emerson Houghton, Mifflin, 1874 - 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 Supplication , A Thought Ulysses Under the Portrait of Milton ' White ...
... 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 Supplication , A Thought Ulysses Under the Portrait of Milton ' White ...
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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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... , Hide me from day's garish eye , While the bee with honied thigh , That at her flowery work doth sing , And the waters murmuring With such consort as they keep , Entice the dewy - feather'd Sleep ; And let some NATURE . 19.
... , Hide me from day's garish eye , While the bee with honied thigh , That at her flowery work doth sing , And the waters murmuring With such consort as they keep , Entice the dewy - feather'd Sleep ; And let some NATURE . 19.
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... doth ride post- haste ; But he'll be dead before . Every one for his own . The night is starry and cold , my friend , And the New - year blithe and bold , my friend , Comes up to take his own . How hard he breathes ! over the snow I ...
... doth ride post- haste ; But he'll be dead before . Every one for his own . The night is starry and cold , my friend , And the New - year blithe and bold , my friend , Comes up to take his own . How hard he breathes ! over the snow I ...
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Стр. 161 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Стр. 264 - 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. 165 - 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. 32 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth...
Стр. 459 - That to the faithful herdman's art belongs! What recks it them? What need they? They are sped; And when they list, their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw; The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But swol'n with wind and the rank mist they draw Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread: Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said. But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
Стр. 195 - 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 ? O judgment!
Стр. 92 - Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, 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. Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho...
Стр. 26 - 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. 166 - And O, ye Fountains, Meadows, Hills and Groves, Forebode not any severing of our loves! Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might; I only have relinquished one delight To live beneath your more habitual sway. I love the Brooks which down their channels fret, Even more than when I tripped lightly as they...
Стр. 116 - 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!