ParnassusRalph Waldo Emerson James R. Osgood, 1875 - 534 pagina's |
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Pagina xix
... doth lye " Execution , The Fare Thee Well Fop , The . Forging of the Anchor , The George Peabody , To Gladiator , The Henry V. Ice Palace . The Lines in a Lady's Album Love of England . Lucy , Countess of Bedford , On Man of Ross The ...
... doth lye " Execution , The Fare Thee Well Fop , The . Forging of the Anchor , The George Peabody , To Gladiator , The Henry V. Ice Palace . The Lines in a Lady's Album Love of England . Lucy , Countess of Bedford , On Man of Ross The ...
Pagina xxix
... doth lye " Fame . Fantasy 120 Freedom in Dress 487 May 196 269 268 101 123 87 9 . 433 3 93 268 87 125 . 441 73 • 434 445 269 269 HOLMES , OLIVER WENDell . Born in Cambridge , Mass . , 1809 . Contentment 499 Dorothy Q. 498 fair " Never ...
... doth lye " Fame . Fantasy 120 Freedom in Dress 487 May 196 269 268 101 123 87 9 . 433 3 93 268 87 125 . 441 73 • 434 445 269 269 HOLMES , OLIVER WENDell . Born in Cambridge , Mass . , 1809 . Contentment 499 Dorothy Q. 498 fair " Never ...
Pagina xxxii
... doth " . 133 Born in America . Sonnet : " So am I as the rich " 78 John Brown of Osawatomie 227 Sonnet : " To me , fair friend " 86 Sonnet : " When I do count the clock " 86 STERLING , JOHN , Speech of the Dauphin 207 Take , O Take ...
... doth " . 133 Born in America . Sonnet : " So am I as the rich " 78 John Brown of Osawatomie 227 Sonnet : " To me , fair friend " 86 Sonnet : " When I do count the clock " 86 STERLING , JOHN , Speech of the Dauphin 207 Take , O Take ...
Pagina 4
... doth rise ; Then to come in spite of sorrow , And at my window bid good morrow , Through the sweetbrier , or the vine , Or the twisted eglantine : While the cock with lively din Scatters the rear of Darkness thin , And to the stack , or ...
... doth rise ; Then to come in spite of sorrow , And at my window bid good morrow , Through the sweetbrier , or the vine , Or the twisted eglantine : While the cock with lively din Scatters the rear of Darkness thin , And to the stack , or ...
Pagina 9
... doth laugh as Zephyr blows ? That seas are now more even than the land ; The rivers run as smoothed by his hand ; Only their heads are crispèd by his stroke . How plays the yearling , with his brow scarce broke , Now in the open grass ...
... doth laugh as Zephyr blows ? That seas are now more even than the land ; The rivers run as smoothed by his hand ; Only their heads are crispèd by his stroke . How plays the yearling , with his brow scarce broke , Now in the open grass ...
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Overige edities - Alles bekijken
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
auld auld lang syne beauty BEN JONSON beneath birds blessed blood blow Bonduca brave breast breath brow busk Clyde's water COVENTRY PATMORE cried crown dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth eyes face fair Fair Annie fear flowers frae 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 Nennius never night noble o'er Osawatomie pray roar rock rose round sail SHAKSPEARE shalt ship shore sing sleep smile song soul sound 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 word WORDSWORTH
Populaire passages
Pagina 230 - He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat; He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment seat; 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 77 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of...
Pagina 29 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that, frighted, thou let'st fall From Dis's 1 waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets, dim. But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes, Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength, a malady Most incident to maids ; bold oxlips, and The crown-imperial ; lilies of all kinds, The flower-de-luce being one.
Pagina 34 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown : Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth...
Pagina 171 - 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; 'There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide...
Pagina 101 - Myself not least, but honored of them all, — And drunk delight of battle with my peers, Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy. I am a part of all that I have met; Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough Gleams that untraveled world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move.
Pagina 222 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet — But hark!
Pagina 211 - 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 38 - There is a Power whose care teaches thy way along that pathless coast, the desert and illimitable air — lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, at that far height, the cold thin atmosphere, yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, though the dark night is near.
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. 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.