ParnassusRalph Waldo Emerson Houghton, Mifflin, 1874 - 534 Seiten |
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... deep - cut , raging up and raging onward , Forces its flood through a passage so narrow a lady would step it , There , across the great rocky wharves , a wooden bridge goes , Carrying a path to the forest ; be- low , three hundred yards ...
... deep - cut , raging up and raging onward , Forces its flood through a passage so narrow a lady would step it , There , across the great rocky wharves , a wooden bridge goes , Carrying a path to the forest ; be- low , three hundred yards ...
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... deep in his soul , the beautiful hue and the clear- ness , Arthur , the shapely , the brave , the unboasting , the ... deep ; exulting , With a far - dashing stroke , and draw- ing deep The long - suspended breath , again I spurned The ...
... deep in his soul , the beautiful hue and the clear- ness , Arthur , the shapely , the brave , the unboasting , the ... deep ; exulting , With a far - dashing stroke , and draw- ing deep The long - suspended breath , again I spurned The ...
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... deep , pits unfathomably A dire descent ! beyond the power of frost ; Of faithless bogs ; of precipices huge , Smoothed up with snow ; and what is land unknown , What water , of the still unfrozen spring , In the loose marsh or solitary ...
... deep , pits unfathomably A dire descent ! beyond the power of frost ; Of faithless bogs ; of precipices huge , Smoothed up with snow ; and what is land unknown , What water , of the still unfrozen spring , In the loose marsh or solitary ...
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... deep - lairing sprattle Beneath a scar . Ilk happing bird , wee , helpless thing , That , in the merry months o ' spring , Delighted me to hear thee sing , What comes o ' thee ? Whare wilt thou cow'r thy chitt'ring wing , An ' close thy ...
... deep - lairing sprattle Beneath a scar . Ilk happing bird , wee , helpless thing , That , in the merry months o ' spring , Delighted me to hear thee sing , What comes o ' thee ? Whare wilt thou cow'r thy chitt'ring wing , An ' close thy ...
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... deep silence mocked his skill , Then , sometimes , in that silence , while he hung Listening , a gentle shock of mild surprise Has carried far into his heart the voice Of mountain torrents ; or the visible Scene Would enter unawares ...
... deep silence mocked his skill , Then , sometimes , in that silence , while he hung Listening , a gentle shock of mild surprise Has carried far into his heart the voice Of mountain torrents ; or the visible Scene Would enter unawares ...
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auld auld lang syne beauty BEN JONSON beneath birds blessed blood blow brave breast breath brow busk clouds Clyde's water COVENTRY PATMORE cried crown dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth eyes F. B. SANBORN face fair Fair Annie fear flowers frae Glenlogie gold grace green hand hath head hear heard heart heaven heir of Linne holy honor JEAN INGELOW king lady land light live look Lord Maryland maun morn ne'er never night o'er Osawatomie pray ring rock rose round sail SHAKSPEARE shalt ship shore sing sleep smile song soul sound spirit stars steed stood Svend Vonved sweet sword tears tell thee thet thine thing thou art thought Toll slowly tree Twas unto voice wave weep wild wind wood word
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Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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!
Seite 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...
Seite 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...
Seite 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...
Seite 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!