ParnassusRalph Waldo Emerson Houghton, Mifflin, 1874 - Всего страниц: 534 |
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... Spring . Charles Wolfe 466 Scott 461 Wordsworth . 471 Tennyson . 457 Wordsworth . 475 Herrick 461 Coleridge ( Trans . ) 459 Collins 460 Anonymous 463 Shakspeare 461 Burns 458 Lowell 476 John Clare 456 . Herrick . 455 Burns 458 Burns 456 ...
... Spring . Charles Wolfe 466 Scott 461 Wordsworth . 471 Tennyson . 457 Wordsworth . 475 Herrick 461 Coleridge ( Trans . ) 459 Collins 460 Anonymous 463 Shakspeare 461 Burns 458 Lowell 476 John Clare 456 . Herrick . 455 Burns 458 Burns 456 ...
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... Spring all the graces of the To the Countess of Rutland To William Sidney , on his Birthday KEATS , JOHN . Born in London , 1796 ; died 1820 . 87 9 433 3 93 268 87 125 441 73 • 434 445 269 269 Battle Hymn of the Republic The Flag HUNT ...
... Spring all the graces of the To the Countess of Rutland To William Sidney , on his Birthday KEATS , JOHN . Born in London , 1796 ; died 1820 . 87 9 433 3 93 268 87 125 441 73 • 434 445 269 269 Battle Hymn of the Republic The Flag HUNT ...
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... spring visit the mouldering urn ! O when shall day dawn on the night of the grave ! JAMES BEATTIE . NATURE . How young and fresh am I to - night , To see't kept day by so much light , And twelve of my sons stand in their Maker's sight ...
... spring visit the mouldering urn ! O when shall day dawn on the night of the grave ! JAMES BEATTIE . NATURE . How young and fresh am I to - night , To see't kept day by so much light , And twelve of my sons stand in their Maker's sight ...
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... spring , Zephyr with Aurora playing , As he met her once a - Maying ; There on beds of violets blue , And fresh - blown roses washed in dew , Fill'd her with thee , a daughter fair , So buxom , blithe , and debonair . Haste thee , Nymph ...
... spring , Zephyr with Aurora playing , As he met her once a - Maying ; There on beds of violets blue , And fresh - blown roses washed in dew , Fill'd her with thee , a daughter fair , So buxom , blithe , and debonair . Haste thee , Nymph ...
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... spring , The glories of which spring grow in that bower , And are the marks and beauties of his power . BEN JONSON . FIRST OF MAY . WHILE from the purpling east de- parts The star that led the dawn , Blithe Flora from her couch up ...
... spring , The glories of which spring grow in that bower , And are the marks and beauties of his power . BEN JONSON . FIRST OF MAY . WHILE from the purpling east de- parts The star that led the dawn , Blithe Flora from her couch up ...
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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!