ParnassusRalph Waldo Emerson J.R. Osgood, 1875 - 534 pagina's |
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Pagina xv
... thou " Sonnet : " Let me not to the Marriage " Sonnet : " So am I as the Rich " Sonnet : " To me Fair Friend " Sundered Sympathy . Thou hast sworn by thy God , my Jeanie . Tribute , The True Love Una and the Lion Venus , To Viola ...
... thou " Sonnet : " Let me not to the Marriage " Sonnet : " So am I as the Rich " Sonnet : " To me Fair Friend " Sundered Sympathy . Thou hast sworn by thy God , my Jeanie . Tribute , The True Love Una and the Lion Venus , To Viola ...
Pagina 15
... thou know'st , ' tis not the extent Of land makes life , but sweet con- tent . When now the cock , the ploughman's horne , Calls forth the lily - wristed morne ; Then to thy cornfields thou dost go , Which , though well soyl'd , yet thou ...
... thou know'st , ' tis not the extent Of land makes life , but sweet con- tent . When now the cock , the ploughman's horne , Calls forth the lily - wristed morne ; Then to thy cornfields thou dost go , Which , though well soyl'd , yet thou ...
Pagina 16
... thou hast thy times to goe , And trace the hare i ' th ' treacherous snow ; Thy witty wiles to draw and get The larke into the trammel net ; Thou hast thy cockrood and thy glade To take the precious pheasant made ; Thy lime - twigs ...
... thou hast thy times to goe , And trace the hare i ' th ' treacherous snow ; Thy witty wiles to draw and get The larke into the trammel net ; Thou hast thy cockrood and thy glade To take the precious pheasant made ; Thy lime - twigs ...
Pagina 32
... thou callest me and you : Yet wilt thou wait , the autumn that I see Will sweeter taste than these red berries be . JONES VERY . TO THE HERB ROSEMARY . SWEET - SCENTED flower ! who art wont to bloom On January's front severe , And o'er ...
... thou callest me and you : Yet wilt thou wait , the autumn that I see Will sweeter taste than these red berries be . JONES VERY . TO THE HERB ROSEMARY . SWEET - SCENTED flower ! who art wont to bloom On January's front severe , And o'er ...
Pagina 35
... thou mourn'st in vain , None takes pity on thy pain : Senseless trees , they cannot hear thee , Ruthless beasts ... Thou bee , thou lamb at play ! Thou lark , in thy victorious mirth ! Are ye , too , passed away ? With sunshine , with ...
... thou mourn'st in vain , None takes pity on thy pain : Senseless trees , they cannot hear thee , Ruthless beasts ... Thou bee , thou lamb at play ! Thou lark , in thy victorious mirth ! Are ye , too , passed away ? With sunshine , with ...
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Overige edities - Alles bekijken
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
auld auld lang syne beauty BEN JONSON beneath birds blessed blood blow brave breast breath brow busk Clyde's water COVENTRY PATMORE cried crown dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth eyes F. B. SANBORN face fair Fair Annie fear flowers frae gaze Glenlogie gold grace green hand hath head hear heard heart heaven heir of Linne holy honor JEAN INGELOW king lady land light live look Lord Maryland maun mind morn ne'er never night noble o'er Osawatomie pray rock rose round sail SHAKSPEARE shalt ship shore sing sleep smile song soul spirit stars steed stood Svend Vonved sweet sword tears tell thee thet thine thing thou art thought Toll slowly tree Twas unto voice wave weep wild wind wood word
Populaire passages
Pagina 100 - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Looked at each other with a wild surmise: Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Pagina 217 - This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered ; We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition : And gentlemen in England now a-bed Shall think themselves accursed they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's...
Pagina 181 - But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may. Are yet the fountain light of all our day. Are yet a master light of all our seeing. — Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal silence : truths that wake, To perish never...
Pagina 177 - E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, 'Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn...
Pagina 288 - And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride ; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf.
Pagina 363 - He swam the Eske River where ford there was none: But ere he alighted at Netherby gate The bride had consented, the gallant came late: For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar. So boldly he...
Pagina 43 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Pagina 68 - The floating clouds their state shall lend To her; for her the willow bend; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the Storm Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form By silent sympathy. 'The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
Pagina 288 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen; Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
Pagina 35 - All thinking things, all objects of all thought, And rolls through all things. Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, ' And mountains ; and of all that we behold From this green earth; of all the mighty world Of eye and ear, both what they half create *, And what perceive...