The Works of Ralph Waldo Emerson: PoemsG. Bell & sons, 1905 |
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... wine nor brains perpetual pump . Men and gods are too extense ; Could you slacken and condense ? Your rank overgrowths reduce Till your kinds abound with juice ? Earth , crowded , cries , " Too many men ! " My counsel is , kill nine in ...
... wine nor brains perpetual pump . Men and gods are too extense ; Could you slacken and condense ? Your rank overgrowths reduce Till your kinds abound with juice ? Earth , crowded , cries , " Too many men ! " My counsel is , kill nine in ...
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... wine , Tobacco - leaf , or poppy , or rose ; From the earth - poles to the Line , All between that works or grows , Every thing is kin of mine . Give me agates for my meat ; Give me cantharids to eat ; From air and ocean bring me foods ...
... wine , Tobacco - leaf , or poppy , or rose ; From the earth - poles to the Line , All between that works or grows , Every thing is kin of mine . Give me agates for my meat ; Give me cantharids to eat ; From air and ocean bring me foods ...
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... wine and roses say ; The mountain chase , the summer 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 ...
... wine and roses say ; The mountain chase , the summer 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 ...
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... wine into his well . He had so sped his wise affairs That he caught Nature in his snares . Early or late , the falling rain Arrived in time to swell his grain ; Stream could not so perversely wind But corn of Guy's was there to grind ...
... wine into his well . He had so sped his wise affairs That he caught Nature in his snares . Early or late , the falling rain Arrived in time to swell his grain ; Stream could not so perversely wind But corn of Guy's was there to grind ...
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... wine To every age , to every race ; Unto every race and age He emptieth the beverage ; Unto each , and unto all , Maker and original . The world is the ring of his spells , And the play of his miracles . As he giveth to all to drink ...
... wine To every age , to every race ; Unto every race and age He emptieth the beverage ; Unto each , and unto all , Maker and original . The world is the ring of his spells , And the play of his miracles . As he giveth to all to drink ...
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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 |
Términos y frases comunes
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.