ParnassusRalph Waldo Emerson J. R. Osgood, 1875 - 534 Seiten |
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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 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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... voice , and laughed again ; That ancient Woman seated on Helm - crag Was ready with her cavern ; Ham- mar - scar , And the tall Steep of Silver - how , sent forth A noise of laughter ; southern Loughrigg heard , And Fairfield answered ...
... voice , and laughed again ; That ancient Woman seated on Helm - crag Was ready with her cavern ; Ham- mar - scar , And the tall Steep of Silver - how , sent forth A noise of laughter ; southern Loughrigg heard , And Fairfield answered ...
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Seite 468 - Nesera's hair ? Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights, and live laborious days : But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life.
Seite 271 - 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...
Seite 28 - 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 174 - But there's a Tree, of many, one, A single Field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone : The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat : Whither is fled the visionary gleam? Where is it now, the glory and the dream...
Seite 126 - 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!
Seite 171 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favorite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; "The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Seite 127 - 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!
Seite 4 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful jollity, Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek ; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Seite 169 - 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...