ParnassusRalph Waldo Emerson J. R. Osgood, 1875 - 534 pages |
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... round to listen . " I count that and the " Ode on Immortality " as the best . Wordsworth has a religious value for his thoughts ; but his inspirations are casual and insufficient , and he persists in writing after they are gone . No ...
... round to listen . " I count that and the " Ode on Immortality " as the best . Wordsworth has a religious value for his thoughts ; but his inspirations are casual and insufficient , and he persists in writing after they are gone . No ...
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... round it measures ; Russet lawns , and fallows gray , Where the nibbling flocks do stray ; Mountains , on whose barren breast The laboring clouds do often rest ; Meadows trim with daisies pied , Shallow brooks , and rivers wide ; Towers ...
... round it measures ; Russet lawns , and fallows gray , Where the nibbling flocks do stray ; Mountains , on whose barren breast The laboring clouds do often rest ; Meadows trim with daisies pied , Shallow brooks , and rivers wide ; Towers ...
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... round , And the jocund rebecs sound To many a youth , and many a maid , Dancing in the checker'd shade ; And young and old come forth to play On a sunshine holiday , Till the livelong daylight fail . Then to the spicy nut - brown ale ...
... round , And the jocund rebecs sound To many a youth , and many a maid , Dancing in the checker'd shade ; And young and old come forth to play On a sunshine holiday , Till the livelong daylight fail . Then to the spicy nut - brown ale ...
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... round us , with that rich de- lightful air , Draping high altars in cerulean space , Could thus enchant the being that we are ! Those altars , where the airy element Flows o'er in new perfection , and re- veals Its constant lapsing ...
... round us , with that rich de- lightful air , Draping high altars in cerulean space , Could thus enchant the being that we are ! Those altars , where the airy element Flows o'er in new perfection , and re- veals Its constant lapsing ...
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... round , Now at the clouds , and now at the green grass , And all absorbed in reveries pro- found Of fair Almira in the upper class , Who was , as in a sonnet he had said , As pure as water , and as good as bread . And next the Deacon ...
... round , Now at the clouds , and now at the green grass , And all absorbed in reveries pro- found Of fair Almira in the upper class , Who was , as in a sonnet he had said , As pure as water , and as good as bread . And next the Deacon ...
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Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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!
Page 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.
Page 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!
Page 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.
Page 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...