ParnassusRalph Waldo Emerson J.R. Osgood, 1875 - 534 pages |
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... deep joy . The clouds were touched , And in their silent faces did he read Unutterable love . Sound needed none , Nor any voice of joy ; his spirit drank The spectacle ; sensation , soul , and form All melted into him ; they swallowed ...
... deep joy . The clouds were touched , And in their silent faces did he read Unutterable love . Sound needed none , Nor any voice of joy ; his spirit drank The spectacle ; sensation , soul , and form All melted into him ; they swallowed ...
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... deep in the living stone ; And I and all who dwell by my fireside Have called the lovely rock , “ Joan- na's Rock . " WORDSWORTH . IL PENSEROSO . HENCE , vain deluding joys , The brood of Folly without father bred , How little you ...
... deep in the living stone ; And I and all who dwell by my fireside Have called the lovely rock , “ Joan- na's Rock . " WORDSWORTH . IL PENSEROSO . HENCE , vain deluding joys , The brood of Folly without father bred , How little you ...
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... deep - cut , raging up and raging onward , Forces its flood through a passage so narrow a lady would step it , There , across the great rocky wharves , a wooden bridge goes , Carrying a path to the forest ; be- low , three hundred yards ...
... deep - cut , raging up and raging onward , Forces its flood through a passage so narrow a lady would step it , There , across the great rocky wharves , a wooden bridge goes , Carrying a path to the forest ; be- low , three hundred yards ...
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... deep in his soul , the beautiful hue and the clear- ness , Arthur , the shapely , the brave , the unboasting , the ... deep ; exulting , With a far - dashing stroke , and draw- ing deep The long - suspended breath , again I spurned The ...
... deep in his soul , the beautiful hue and the clear- ness , Arthur , the shapely , the brave , the unboasting , the ... deep ; exulting , With a far - dashing stroke , and draw- ing deep The long - suspended breath , again I spurned The ...
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... deep - lairing sprattle Beneath a scar . Ilk happing bird , wee , helpless thing , That , in the merry months o ' spring , Delighted me to hear thee sing , What comes o ' thee ? Whare wilt thou cow'r thy chitt ring wing , An ' close thy ...
... deep - lairing sprattle Beneath a scar . Ilk happing bird , wee , helpless thing , That , in the merry months o ' spring , Delighted me to hear thee sing , What comes o ' thee ? Whare wilt thou cow'r thy chitt ring wing , An ' close thy ...
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auld auld lang syne beauty BEN JONSON beneath birds blessed blood blow brave breast breath brow busk Clyde's water COVENTRY PATMORE cried crown dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth eyes F. B. SANBORN face fair Fair Annie fear flowers frae gaze 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 never night noble o'er Osawatomie pray rock rose round sail SHAKSPEARE shalt ship shore sing sleep smile song soul 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 wood word
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Page 100 - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Looked at each other with a wild surmise: Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Page 217 - 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...
Page 181 - But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may. Are yet the fountain light of all our day. Are yet a master light of all our seeing. — Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal silence : truths that wake, To perish never...
Page 177 - 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...
Page 288 - And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride ; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf.
Page 363 - He swam the Eske River where ford there was none: But ere he alighted at Netherby gate The bride had consented, the gallant came late: For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar. So boldly he...
Page 43 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Page 68 - The floating clouds their state shall lend To her; for her the willow bend; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the Storm Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form By silent sympathy. 'The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
Page 288 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen; Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
Page 35 - All thinking things, all objects of all thought, And rolls through all things. Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, ' And mountains ; and of all that we behold From this green earth; of all the mighty world Of eye and ear, both what they half create *, And what perceive...