Works of Ralph Waldo EmersonG. Bell & sons, 1905 - 634 páginas |
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... , An oaf , an accomplice , He poisons the ground . " Out spoke the great mother , Beholding his fear ; - At the sound of her accents Cold shuddered the sphere : - " Who has drugged my boy's cup ? Who has 4 POEMS OF 1847 . POEMS OF 1847.
... , An oaf , an accomplice , He poisons the ground . " Out spoke the great mother , Beholding his fear ; - At the sound of her accents Cold shuddered the sphere : - " Who has drugged my boy's cup ? Who has 4 POEMS OF 1847 . POEMS OF 1847.
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... cold . I give my rafters to his boat , My billets to his boiler's throat ; And I will swim the ancient sea , To float my child to victory , And grant to dwellers with the pine Dominion o'er the palm and vine . Who leaves the pine - tree ...
... cold . I give my rafters to his boat , My billets to his boiler's throat ; And I will swim the ancient sea , To float my child to victory , And grant to dwellers with the pine Dominion o'er the palm and vine . Who leaves the pine - tree ...
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... cold , wet , and warm ; The rushing metamorphosis , Dissolving all that fixture is , Melts things that be to things that seem , And solid nature to a dream . O , listen to the undersong , The ever old , the ever young ; And , far within ...
... cold , wet , and warm ; The rushing metamorphosis , Dissolving all that fixture is , Melts things that be to things that seem , And solid nature to a dream . O , listen to the undersong , The ever old , the ever young ; And , far within ...
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... cold . The Titan heeds his sky - affairs , Rich rents and wide alliance shares ; Mysteries of colour daily laid By morn and eve in light and shade ; And sweet varieties of chance , And the mystic seasons ' dance ; And thief - like step ...
... cold . The Titan heeds his sky - affairs , Rich rents and wide alliance shares ; Mysteries of colour daily laid By morn and eve in light and shade ; And sweet varieties of chance , And the mystic seasons ' dance ; And thief - like step ...
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... cold mosses , cream and curds ; Weave wood to canisters and mats ; Drain sweet maple juice in vats . No bird is safe that cuts the air From their rifle or their snare ; No fish , in river or in lake , . But their long hands it thence ...
... cold mosses , cream and curds ; Weave wood to canisters and mats ; Drain sweet maple juice in vats . No bird is safe that cuts the air From their rifle or their snare ; No fish , in river or in lake , . But their long hands it thence ...
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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 33 - 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 farm-house 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 151 - 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 9 - All Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown Of thee from the hill-top looking down; The heifer that lows in the upland farm, Far-heard, lows not thine ear to charm; The sexton, tolling his bell at noon, Deems not that great Napoleon Stops his horse, and lists with delight, Whilst his files sweep round yon Alpine height; Nor knowest thou what argument Thy life to thy neighbor's creed has lent. All are needed by each one; Nothing is fair or good alone.
Página 30 - O, when I am safe in my sylvan home, I tread on the pride of Greece and Rome; And when I am stretched beneath the pines, Where the evening star so holy shines, I laugh at the lore and the pride of man, At the sophist schools and the learned clan ; For what are they all, in their high conceit, When man in the bush with God may meet?
Página 119 - 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 171 - 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 11 - Knowst thou what wove yon woodbird's nest Of leaves and feathers from her breast ? Or how the fish outbuilt her shell, Painting with morn each annual cell ? Or how the sacred pine-tree adds To her old leaves new myriads ? Such and so grew these holy piles, While love and terror laid the tiles.
Página 184 - 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.
Página 10 - 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 155 - THE word of the Lord by night To the watching Pilgrims came, As they sat by the seaside, And filled their hearts with flame. God said, I am tired of kings, I suffer them no more ; Up to my ear the morning brings The outrage of the poor.