The works of Ralph Waldo Emerson, Volume 3Macmillan, 1883 - American literature |
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... EARTH - SONG . GOOD - BYE THE RHODORA THE HUMBLE BEE BERRYING • THE SNOW - STORM WOODNOTES , I. WOODNOTES , II . MONADNOC FABLE ODE PAGE 1 7 9 12 15 17 20 25 28 30 32 34 36 38 39 41 43 44 47 48 50 · 56 69 84 85 ASTREA PAGE 89 ETIENNE DE ...
... EARTH - SONG . GOOD - BYE THE RHODORA THE HUMBLE BEE BERRYING • THE SNOW - STORM WOODNOTES , I. WOODNOTES , II . MONADNOC FABLE ODE PAGE 1 7 9 12 15 17 20 25 28 30 32 34 36 38 39 41 43 44 47 48 50 · 56 69 84 85 ASTREA PAGE 89 ETIENNE DE ...
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... earth , air , sound , silence , Plant , quadruped , bird , By one music enchanted , One deity stirred , - Each the other adorning , Accompany still ; Night veileth the morning , The vapour the hill . " The babe by its mother Lies bathed ...
... earth , air , sound , silence , Plant , quadruped , bird , By one music enchanted , One deity stirred , - Each the other adorning , Accompany still ; Night veileth the morning , The vapour the hill . " The babe by its mother Lies bathed ...
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... Earth proudly wears the Parthenon , As the best gem upon her zone ; And Morning opes with haste her lids , To gaze upon the Pyramids ; O'er England's abbeys bends the sky , As on its friends , with kindred eye ; For , out of Thought's ...
... Earth proudly wears the Parthenon , As the best gem upon her zone ; And Morning opes with haste her lids , To gaze upon the Pyramids ; O'er England's abbeys bends the sky , As on its friends , with kindred eye ; For , out of Thought's ...
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... creature day and night ; From all evils to defend her ; In her lap to pour all splendour ; To ransack earth for riches rare , And fetch her stars to deck her hair : He mixes music with her thoughts , And saddens her TO RHEA . 13.
... creature day and night ; From all evils to defend her ; In her lap to pour all splendour ; To ransack earth for riches rare , And fetch her stars to deck her hair : He mixes music with her thoughts , And saddens her TO RHEA . 13.
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... Earth , Sea , Air ! This monument of my despair Build I to the All - Good , All - Fair . Not for a private good , But I , from my beatitude , Albeit scorned as none was scorned , Adorn her as was none adorned . I make this maiden an ...
... Earth , Sea , Air ! This monument of my despair Build I to the All - Good , All - Fair . Not for a private good , But I , from my beatitude , Albeit scorned as none was scorned , Adorn her as was none adorned . I make this maiden an ...
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Page 238 - So nigh is grandeur to our dust, So near is God to man, When Duty whispers low, Thou must, The youth replies, I can.
Page 49 - Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river and the heaven, And veils the farm-house at the garden's end. The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed In a tumultuous privacy of storm.
Page 43 - O, when I am safe in my sylvan home, I tread on the pride of Greece and Rome; And when I am stretched beneath the pines, Where the evening star so holy shines, I laugh at the lore and the pride of man, At the sophist schools and the learned clan ; For what are they all, in their high conceit, When man in the bush with God may meet?
Page 10 - Out from the heart of nature rolled The burdens of the Bible old ; The litanies of nations came, Like the volcano's tongue of flame, Up from the burning core below, — • The canticles of love and woe...
Page 44 - IN May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes, I found the fresh Rhodora in the woods, Spreading its leafless blooms in a damp nook, To please the desert and the sluggish brook. The purple petals fallen in the pool Made the black water with their beauty gay; Here might the red-bird come his plumes to cool, And court the flower that cheapens his array.
Page 10 - I LIKE a church; I like a cowl; I love a prophet of the soul; And on my heart monastic aisles Fall like sweet strains, or pensive smiles; Yet not for all his faith can see Would I that cowled churchman be. Why should the vest on him allure, Which I could not on me endure? Not from a vain or shallow thought His awful Jove young Phidias brought; Never from lips of cunning fell The thrilling Delphic oracle; Out from the heart of nature rolled The burdens of the Bible...
Page 182 - BY the rude bridge that arched the flood, Their flag to April's breeze unfurled, Here once the embattled farmers stood, And fired the shot heard round the world.
Page 46 - Hot midsummer's petted crone, Sweet to me thy drowsy tone Tells of countless sunny hours, Long days, and solid banks of flowers; Of gulfs of sweetness without bound In Indian wildernesses found; Of Syrian peace, immortal leisure, Firmest cheer, and bird-like pleasure.
Page 49 - Out of an unseen quarry evermore Furnished with tile, the fierce artificer Curves his white bastions with projected roof Round every windward stake, or tree, or door. Speeding, the myriad-handed, his wild work So fanciful, so savage, nought cares he For number or proportion.
Page 11 - Such and so grew these holy piles, Whilst love and terror laid the tiles, Earth proudly wears the Parthenon, As the best gem upon her zone ; And Morning opes with haste her lids, To gaze upon the Pyramids...