ParnassusRalph Waldo Emerson Houghton, Osgood, 1880 - 534 pagina's |
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Pagina xiii
... Hope Joanna , To Il Penseroso Lachin y Gair L'Allegro Landscape Liberty • Lost in the Snow May Milky Way , The Mist Moonlight . Morning . Morning in the Mountains - • SKY . Herrick J. T. Trowbridge Jones Very W. Allingham . Longfellow ...
... Hope Joanna , To Il Penseroso Lachin y Gair L'Allegro Landscape Liberty • Lost in the Snow May Milky Way , The Mist Moonlight . Morning . Morning in the Mountains - • SKY . Herrick J. T. Trowbridge Jones Very W. Allingham . Longfellow ...
Pagina xvii
... Hope , A Praise to God Prayers Providence Providence Psalm XCIII . Psalm XVIII . Psalm CXXXIX .. Pulley , The Quip , The Retreat , The Revolutions Satan Seven Ages , The . Shepherds , The Shield , The Wordsworth 162 Herbert 151 Mrs ...
... Hope , A Praise to God Prayers Providence Providence Psalm XCIII . Psalm XVIII . Psalm CXXXIX .. Pulley , The Quip , The Retreat , The Revolutions Satan Seven Ages , The . Shepherds , The Shield , The Wordsworth 162 Herbert 151 Mrs ...
Pagina xxvi
... Hope The Good Heart 518 The Vision 219 To a Mountain Daisy To a Mouse To the Devil 279 The Soldier's Dream 278 483 Winter To the Unco Guid ' Winter Night Writing Verses 482 22 24 95 The Knife - Grinder BUTLER , SAMUEL . Born in ...
... Hope The Good Heart 518 The Vision 219 To a Mountain Daisy To a Mouse To the Devil 279 The Soldier's Dream 278 483 Winter To the Unco Guid ' Winter Night Writing Verses 482 22 24 95 The Knife - Grinder BUTLER , SAMUEL . Born in ...
Pagina xxvii
... Hope CHAPMAN , GEORGE . Born in England , 1557 ; died in London , 1634 . The Master Spirit . The Praise of Homer 460 • 459 462 43 128 COLLINS , WILLIAM . Born in Chichester , Eng . , 1720 ; died 1756 . Dirge in Cymbeline . Ode : " How ...
... Hope CHAPMAN , GEORGE . Born in England , 1557 ; died in London , 1634 . The Master Spirit . The Praise of Homer 460 • 459 462 43 128 COLLINS , WILLIAM . Born in Chichester , Eng . , 1720 ; died 1756 . Dirge in Cymbeline . Ode : " How ...
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... hope to have it after all . NATURE . HERRICK . O HOW canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields ! The warbling woodland , the resound- ing shore , The pomp of groves , and garniture of fields ...
... hope to have it after all . NATURE . HERRICK . O HOW canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields ! The warbling woodland , the resound- ing shore , The pomp of groves , and garniture of fields ...
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Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
arms bear beauty beneath birds blood brave breath bring clouds comes crown dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth eyes face fair fall fear field fire flowers give gold gone grace green hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hope hour keep king lady land leaves 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 things thou thought tree true turned unto voice wave wild wind wood young
Populaire passages
Pagina 102 - Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, 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. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down: It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Tho' much is taken, much abides, and tho...
Pagina 176 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now forever taken from my sight ; Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower, — We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind ; In the primal sympathy Which, having been, must ever be ; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering; In the faith that looks through death. In years that bring the philosophic mind.
Pagina 168 - The hills Rock-ribbed, and ancient as the sun, the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between; The venerable woods — rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green ; and, poured round all, Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages.
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 126 - 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 ! And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething, As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing, A mighty fountain momently was forced ; Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail, Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail : And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever It flung up...
Pagina 151 - With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side ; His youthful hose well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank ; and his big, manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange, eventful history, Is second childishness, and mere oblivion ; Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing.
Pagina 230 - Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet! Our God is marching on. In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me: As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free, While God is marching on.
Pagina 5 - Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild. And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse ; Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long, drawn out With wanton heed and giddy cunning ; The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony ; That Orpheus...
Pagina 274 - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power. Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart : Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea : Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou...
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!