ParnassusRalph Waldo Emerson James R. Osgood, 1875 - 534 pagina's |
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Pagina xix
... Graves of the Confederate Sol- diers Old Ironsides On the Late Massacre in Piemont Port Royal , At Requiem Royalty Prayer . The Samson Agonistes Scotland Song of Saul before his Last Battle Sonnet : " Alas ! what boots the long Schill ...
... Graves of the Confederate Sol- diers Old Ironsides On the Late Massacre in Piemont Port Royal , At Requiem Royalty Prayer . The Samson Agonistes Scotland Song of Saul before his Last Battle Sonnet : " Alas ! what boots the long Schill ...
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... Grave . Santa Filomena Siege of Corinth Sir Henry Vane , To Sir Philip Sidney Soldier's Dream , The Byron 278 Milton 271 Byron 276 Milnes Herrick 289 269 Byron 283 Wordsworth 274 Longfellow Byron Milton 280 284 271 Matthew Royden ...
... Grave . Santa Filomena Siege of Corinth Sir Henry Vane , To Sir Philip Sidney Soldier's Dream , The Byron 278 Milton 271 Byron 276 Milnes Herrick 289 269 Byron 283 Wordsworth 274 Longfellow Byron Milton 280 284 271 Matthew Royden ...
Pagina xxxiii
... Graves of the Confederate Dead , at Magnolia Cemetery , Charleston , S.C. WESLEY , JOHN . Born in Lincolnshire , Eng . , 1703 ; died 1795 . Translation of Tersteegen's Divine 48 Love 94 Moravian Hymn 48 47 78 • 159 639 32 • 443 gata 63 ...
... Graves of the Confederate Dead , at Magnolia Cemetery , Charleston , S.C. WESLEY , JOHN . Born in Lincolnshire , Eng . , 1703 ; died 1795 . Translation of Tersteegen's Divine 48 Love 94 Moravian Hymn 48 47 78 • 159 639 32 • 443 gata 63 ...
Pagina xxxiv
... Grave WILKINSON , JAMES JOHN GARTH . Born in London , about 1812 . The Diamond Turner • • WILLIS , NATHANIEL PARKER . Born in Portland , Me . , 1807 ; died 1867 . Lines on Leaving Europe To a Child WILSON , JOHN . Born in Scotland ...
... Grave WILKINSON , JAMES JOHN GARTH . Born in London , about 1812 . The Diamond Turner • • WILLIS , NATHANIEL PARKER . Born in Portland , Me . , 1807 ; died 1867 . Lines on Leaving Europe To a Child WILSON , JOHN . Born in Scotland ...
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... grave ! JAMES BEATTIE . NATURE . How young and fresh am I to - night , To see't kept day by so much light , And twelve of my sons stand in their Maker's sight ! Help , wise Prometheus , something must be done , To show they are the ...
... grave ! JAMES BEATTIE . NATURE . How young and fresh am I to - night , To see't kept day by so much light , And twelve of my sons stand in their Maker's sight ! Help , wise Prometheus , something must be done , To show they are the ...
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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.