ParnassusRalph Waldo Emerson Houghton, Osgood, 1880 - Počet stran: 534 |
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... gone . No great poet needs so much a severely critical selection of the noble numbers from the puerile into which he often falls . Leigh Hunt said of him , that " he was a fine lettuce with too many outer leaves . ” Byron's rare talent ...
... gone . No great poet needs so much a severely critical selection of the noble numbers from the puerile into which he often falls . Leigh Hunt said of him , that " he was a fine lettuce with too many outer leaves . ” Byron's rare talent ...
Strana xxii
... gone- - is dust " Herrick Coleridge ( Trans . ) Dirge in Cymbeline Epitaph from Simonides Fear no More the Heat o ' th ' Sun He's Gane Hosea Biglow's Lament Collins Anonymous Shakspeare Burns Lowell Laborer , The . John Clare Lachrimæ ...
... gone- - is dust " Herrick Coleridge ( Trans . ) Dirge in Cymbeline Epitaph from Simonides Fear no More the Heat o ' th ' Sun He's Gane Hosea Biglow's Lament Collins Anonymous Shakspeare Burns Lowell Laborer , The . John Clare Lachrimæ ...
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... gone is dust ( trans . from Hymn to God , my God , in my Sickness , 186 Hymn to Christ Schiller ) . 180 If Men be Worlds 517 Genevieve . Love Heroism ( trans . from Schiller ) 62 Oh , how feeble is Man's Power 517 Kubla Khan The recluse ...
... gone is dust ( trans . from Hymn to God , my God , in my Sickness , 186 Hymn to Christ Schiller ) . 180 If Men be Worlds 517 Genevieve . Love Heroism ( trans . from Schiller ) 62 Oh , how feeble is Man's Power 517 Kubla Khan The recluse ...
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... gone ? It is not yet near day , It was the nightingale , and not the lark , That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear : Nightly she sings on yon pomegran- ate tree : Believe me , love , it was the nightin- gale . Romeo . It was the ...
... gone ? It is not yet near day , It was the nightingale , and not the lark , That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear : Nightly she sings on yon pomegran- ate tree : Believe me , love , it was the nightin- gale . Romeo . It was the ...
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... gone and live , or stay and die . SHAKSPEARE . MORNING . THIS castle hath a pleasant seat ; the air Nimbly and sweetly recommends it- self Unto our gentle senses . This guest of summer , The temple - haunting martlet , does approve , By ...
... gone and live , or stay and die . SHAKSPEARE . MORNING . THIS castle hath a pleasant seat ; the air Nimbly and sweetly recommends it- self Unto our gentle senses . This guest of summer , The temple - haunting martlet , does approve , By ...
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Strana 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...
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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...
Strana 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...
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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...
Strana 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...
Strana 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!