The Works of Ralph Waldo Emerson: PoemsG. Bell & sons, 1905 |
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... thousand natures ply ; Ask on , thou clothed eternity ; Time is the false reply . " leasant Uprose the merry Sphinx , And crouched no more in stone ; She melted into purple cloud , She silvered in the moon ; She spired into a yellow ...
... thousand natures ply ; Ask on , thou clothed eternity ; Time is the false reply . " leasant Uprose the merry Sphinx , And crouched no more in stone ; She melted into purple cloud , She silvered in the moon ; She spired into a yellow ...
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... on dew , I will use the world , and sift it , To a thousand humours shift it , As you spin a cherry . O doleful ghosts , and goblins merry ! O all you virtues , methods , mights , Means 20 POEMS OF 1847 . *Mithridates,
... on dew , I will use the world , and sift it , To a thousand humours shift it , As you spin a cherry . O doleful ghosts , and goblins merry ! O all you virtues , methods , mights , Means 20 POEMS OF 1847 . *Mithridates,
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... thousand years ? “ Gentle pilgrim , if thou know The gamut old of Pan , And how the hills began , The frank blessings of the hill Fall on thee , as fall they will . VOL . V. A " Let him heed who can and will ; Enchantment MONADNOC . 49.
... thousand years ? “ Gentle pilgrim , if thou know The gamut old of Pan , And how the hills began , The frank blessings of the hill Fall on thee , as fall they will . VOL . V. A " Let him heed who can and will ; Enchantment MONADNOC . 49.
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... thousands at her side . E ASTRÆEA . ACH the herald is who wrote His rank , and quartered his own coat . There is no king nor sovereign state That can fix a hero's rate ; Each to all is venerable , Cap - a - pie invulnerable , - Until he ...
... thousands at her side . E ASTRÆEA . ACH the herald is who wrote His rank , and quartered his own coat . There is no king nor sovereign state That can fix a hero's rate ; Each to all is venerable , Cap - a - pie invulnerable , - Until he ...
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... thousand , thousand acres , Goes light the nimble zephyr ; The Flowers - tiny sect of Shakers- Worship him ever . Hark to the winning sound ! They summon thee , dearest , - Saying , " We have dressed for thee the ground , Nor yet thou ...
... thousand , thousand acres , Goes light the nimble zephyr ; The Flowers - tiny sect of Shakers- Worship him ever . Hark to the winning sound ! They summon thee , dearest , - Saying , " We have dressed for thee the ground , Nor yet thou ...
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The Works of Ralph Waldo Emerson: English traits Ralph Waldo Emerson,James Elliot Cabot Vista completa - 1884 |
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Página 54 - THE mountain and the squirrel Had a quarrel ; And the former called the latter " Little Prig. Bun replied, " You are doubtless very big ; But all sorts of things and weather Must be taken in together, To make up a year And a sphere. And I think it no disgrace To occupy my place. If I'm not so large as you, You are not so small as I, And not half so spry. I'll not deny you make A very pretty squirrel track ; Talents differ ; all is well and wisely put ; If I cannot carry forests on my back, Neither...
Página 31 - Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven, And veils the farmhouse at the garden's end. The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed In a tumultuous privacy of storm.
Página 8 - The hand that rounded Peter's dome And groined the aisles of Christian Rome Wrought in a sad sincerity; Himself from God he could not free; He builded better than he knew; — The conscious stone to beauty grew.
Página 149 - If the red slayer think he slays, Or if the slain think he is slain, They know not well the subtle ways I keep, and pass, and turn again. Far or forgot to me is near; Shadow and sunlight are the same; The vanished gods to me appear; And one to me are shame and fame. They reckon ill who leave me out; When me they fly, I am the wings; I am the doubter and the doubt, And I the hymn the Brahmin sings.
Página 10 - The word unto the prophet spoken Was writ on tables yet unbroken ; The word by seers or sibyls told, In groves of oak; or fanes of gold, Still floats upon the morning wind, Still whispers to the willing mind. One accent of the Holy Ghost The heedless world hath never lost.
Página 7 - I thought the sparrow's note from heaven, Singing at dawn on the alder bough ; I brought him home, in his nest, at even ; He sings the song, but it pleases not now ; For I did not bring home the river and sky: He sang to my ear — they sang to my eye.
Página 117 - By the rude bridge that arched the flood Their flag to April's breeze unfurled. Here once the embattled farmers stood. And fired the shot heard round the world.
Página 169 - Daughters of Time, the hypocritic Days. Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes. And marching single in an endless file. Bring diadems and fagots in their hands. To each they offer gifts after his will. Bread, kingdoms, stars, and sky that holds them all.
Página 8 - Not from a vain or shallow thought His awful Jove young Phidias brought; Never from lips of cunning fell The thrilling Delphic oracle; Out from the heart of nature rolled The burdens of the Bible old; The litanies of nations came, Like the volcano's tongue of flame, Up from the burning core below, The canticles of love and woe...
Página 182 - IT is time to be old, To take in sail : — The god of bounds, Who sets to seas a shore, Came to me in his fatal rounds, And said : ' No more ! No farther shoot Thy broad ambitious branches, and thy root. Fancy departs : no more invent ; Contract thy firmament To compass of a tent.