The Works of Ralph Waldo Emerson: PoemsG. Bell & sons, 1905 |
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... Undaunted and calm ; In beautiful motion The thrush plies his wings : Kind leaves of his covert , Your silence he sings . here are you going Jurnsle nature The waves , unashamèd , In difference sweet -POEMS OF 1847 *The Sphinx,
... Undaunted and calm ; In beautiful motion The thrush plies his wings : Kind leaves of his covert , Your silence he sings . here are you going Jurnsle nature The waves , unashamèd , In difference sweet -POEMS OF 1847 *The Sphinx,
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Ralph Waldo Emerson. Jurnsle nature The waves , unashamèd , In difference sweet , Play glad with the breezes , Öld playfellows meet ; The journeying atoms , Primordial wholes , Firmly draw , firmly drive , By their animate poles . ' Sea ...
Ralph Waldo Emerson. Jurnsle nature The waves , unashamèd , In difference sweet , Play glad with the breezes , Öld playfellows meet ; The journeying atoms , Primordial wholes , Firmly draw , firmly drive , By their animate poles . ' Sea ...
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... She flowed into a foaming wave ; She stood Monadnoc's head . Thorough a thousand voices Spoke the universal dame : Who telleth one of my meanings , Is master of all I am . " R EACH AND ALL . ITTLE thinks , in the 6 POEMS OF 1847 .
... She flowed into a foaming wave ; She stood Monadnoc's head . Thorough a thousand voices Spoke the universal dame : Who telleth one of my meanings , Is master of all I am . " R EACH AND ALL . ITTLE thinks , in the 6 POEMS OF 1847 .
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... wave Fresh pearls to their enamel gave , And the bellowing of the savage sea Greeted their safe escape to me . I wiped away the weeds and foam , I fetched my sea - born treasures home ; But the poor , unsightly , noisome things . Had ...
... wave Fresh pearls to their enamel gave , And the bellowing of the savage sea Greeted their safe escape to me . I wiped away the weeds and foam , I fetched my sea - born treasures home ; But the poor , unsightly , noisome things . Had ...
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... waves , The crowded town , thy feet may well delay . Set not thy foot on graves ; Nor seek to unwind the shroud Which charitable Time And Nature have allowed Το wrap the errors of a sage sublime . Set not thy foot on graves : Care not ...
... waves , The crowded town , thy feet may well delay . Set not thy foot on graves ; Nor seek to unwind the shroud Which charitable Time And Nature have allowed Το wrap the errors of a sage sublime . Set not thy foot on graves : Care not ...
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The Works of Ralph Waldo Emerson: English traits Ralph Waldo Emerson,James Elliot Cabot Vista completa - 1884 |
The Works of Ralph Waldo Emerson: English traits Ralph Waldo Emerson,James Elliot Cabot Vista completa - 1884 |
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Angelus Silesius bards beauty beneath bird blood bloom breath bring cheer cloud cold Count your change Dædalus Dæmons doth dream earth Emerson Essays eternal eyes fate fear fire Fires gardens flame flow flowers forest genius glow gods grace grief HAFIZ hast hear heart heaven hide hills Jove kings lake land leaves light lines maid Merlin mind moon morning Motto mould mountain Muse mystic Nature Nature's never night northern storms numbers o'er pain piece pine plant poem poet polar night Polycrates QUATRAINS race rock rose round royal sails Saadi sail scorn secret shining sing smile snow song soul sphere Spring stars sung sweet thee thine things thou thought TITMOUSE tongue town tree verse voice Walden Pond waves wild wind wine wing Migrate wings wise wood XENOPHANES youth
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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.