ParnassusRalph Waldo Emerson Houghton, Osgood, 1880 - 534 pagina's |
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Pagina 4
... 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 . Come , and trip it as ye go , On the light fantastic toe ; And in thy right hand lead ...
... 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 . Come , and trip it as ye go , On the light fantastic toe ; And in thy right hand lead ...
Pagina 12
... smile or frown , And quite determined not to be laughed down . " Plato , anticipating the reviewers , From his republic banished with- out pity The poets : in this little town of yours , You put to death , by means of a committee , The ...
... smile or frown , And quite determined not to be laughed down . " Plato , anticipating the reviewers , From his republic banished with- out pity The poets : in this little town of yours , You put to death , by means of a committee , The ...
Pagina 27
... plant with freshening dew , Till there where all was waste , true joy abides . The peaks of aged mountains , with my care Smile in the red of glowing morn elate ; I bind the caverns of the sea with hair , NATURE . 27.
... plant with freshening dew , Till there where all was waste , true joy abides . The peaks of aged mountains , with my care Smile in the red of glowing morn elate ; I bind the caverns of the sea with hair , NATURE . 27.
Pagina 30
... smile was gone from upland , glade , and glen . And now when comes the calm mild day , as still such days will come , To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home ; When the sound of dropping nuts is heard , though all ...
... smile was gone from upland , glade , and glen . And now when comes the calm mild day , as still such days will come , To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home ; When the sound of dropping nuts is heard , though all ...
Pagina 33
... smile , And go at last . What , were ye born to be An hour or half's delight , And so to bid good - night ? ' Twas pity Nature brought ye forth Merely to show your worth , And lose you quite . But you are lovely leaves , where we May ...
... smile , And go at last . What , were ye born to be An hour or half's delight , And so to bid good - night ? ' Twas pity Nature brought ye forth Merely to show your worth , And lose you quite . But you are lovely leaves , where we May ...
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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!