ParnassusRalph Waldo Emerson J. R. Osgood, 1875 - 534 pagina's |
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Pagina 17
... crown again ! Night as clear Hesper shall our tapers whip From the light casements where we play , And the dark hag from her black mantle strip , And stick there everlasting day . * Greek wine . Thus richer than untempted kings are we ...
... crown again ! Night as clear Hesper shall our tapers whip From the light casements where we play , And the dark hag from her black mantle strip , And stick there everlasting day . * Greek wine . Thus richer than untempted kings are we ...
Pagina 29
... crown - imperial ; lilies of all kinds , The flower - de - luce being one ! O , these I lack , To make you garlands of ; and my sweet friend , To strew him o'er and o'er ! SHAKSPEARE : Winter's Tale . THE SUNFLOWER . Aн , sunflower ...
... crown - imperial ; lilies of all kinds , The flower - de - luce being one ! O , these I lack , To make you garlands of ; and my sweet friend , To strew him o'er and o'er ! SHAKSPEARE : Winter's Tale . THE SUNFLOWER . Aн , sunflower ...
Pagina 54
... crowns their simple board , The halesome parritch , chief o ' Scotia's food : The soupe their only hawkie does afford , That ' yont the hallan snugly chows her cood ; The dame brings forth in compli- mental mood , To grace the lad , her ...
... crowns their simple board , The halesome parritch , chief o ' Scotia's food : The soupe their only hawkie does afford , That ' yont the hallan snugly chows her cood ; The dame brings forth in compli- mental mood , To grace the lad , her ...
Pagina 56
... crowns and coronets be rent , A virtuous populace may rise the while , And stand a wall of fire around their much - lov'd isle . O Thou ! who pour'd the patriotic tide That stream'd thro ' Wallace's un- daunted heart ; Who dar'd to ...
... crowns and coronets be rent , A virtuous populace may rise the while , And stand a wall of fire around their much - lov'd isle . O Thou ! who pour'd the patriotic tide That stream'd thro ' Wallace's un- daunted heart ; Who dar'd to ...
Pagina 61
... crown without stones . Truely she was to mine eye The solein phoenix of Araby , For there liveth never but one , Nor such as she ne know I none . To speak of goodness , truely she Had as much debonnairte As ever had Hester in the Bible ...
... crown without stones . Truely she was to mine eye The solein phoenix of Araby , For there liveth never but one , Nor such as she ne know I none . To speak of goodness , truely she Had as much debonnairte As ever had Hester in the Bible ...
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Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
arms bear beauty blood blow brave breath bring comes crown dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth eyes face fair fall fear fire flowers give gold gone grace green hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hope hour keep king lady land leave light live look Lord mind morn Nature never night o'er once pass poor rest rise rock rose round seen ship side sight sing sleep smile song soon soul sound speak spirit spring stand stars stood sweet tears tell thee thine thing thou thought Toll slowly tree true turned unto voice wave wild wind wood young
Populaire passages
Pagina 468 - Nesera's hair ? Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights, and live laborious days : But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life.
Pagina 271 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
Pagina 28 - 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...
Pagina 102 - 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.
Pagina 174 - But there's a Tree, of many, one, A single Field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone : The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat : Whither is fled the visionary gleam? Where is it now, the glory and the dream...
Pagina 126 - 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!
Pagina 171 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favorite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; "The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Pagina 127 - The shadow of the dome of pleasure Floated midway on the waves ; Where was heard the mingled measure From the fountain and the caves. It was a miracle of rare device, A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!
Pagina 4 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful jollity, Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek ; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Pagina 169 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care ; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield...