The works of Ralph Waldo Emerson, Volume 3Macmillan, 1883 - American literature |
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... scorned as none was scorned , Adorn her as was none adorned . I make this maiden an ensample To Nature , through her kingdoms ample , Whereby to model newer races , Statelier forms , and fairer faces ; To carry man to new degrees Of ...
... scorned as none was scorned , Adorn her as was none adorned . I make this maiden an ensample To Nature , through her kingdoms ample , Whereby to model newer races , Statelier forms , and fairer faces ; To carry man to new degrees Of ...
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Ralph Waldo Emerson. Or out of the good of evil born , Came Uriel's voice of cherub scorn , And a blush tinged the upper sky , And the gods shook , they knew not why . THE WORLD - SOUL . THANKS to the morning light URIEL . 19.
Ralph Waldo Emerson. Or out of the good of evil born , Came Uriel's voice of cherub scorn , And a blush tinged the upper sky , And the gods shook , they knew not why . THE WORLD - SOUL . THANKS to the morning light URIEL . 19.
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... scorn . Thy beauty , if it lack the fire Which drives me mad with sweet desire , What boots it ? what the soldier's mail , Unless he conquer and prevail ? What all the goods thy pride which lift , If thou pine for another's gift ? Alas ...
... scorn . Thy beauty , if it lack the fire Which drives me mad with sweet desire , What boots it ? what the soldier's mail , Unless he conquer and prevail ? What all the goods thy pride which lift , If thou pine for another's gift ? Alas ...
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... " Twill be time enough to die ; Then will yet my mother yield A pillow in her greenest field , Nor the June flowers scorn to cover The clay of their departed lover . " 56 WOODNOTES . - II . As sunbeams stream through WOODNOTES . 55.
... " Twill be time enough to die ; Then will yet my mother yield A pillow in her greenest field , Nor the June flowers scorn to cover The clay of their departed lover . " 56 WOODNOTES . - II . As sunbeams stream through WOODNOTES . 55.
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... scorn accuse . Many hamlets sought I then , Many farms of mountain men . Rallying round a parish steeple Nestle warm the highland people , Coarse and boisterous , yet mild , Strong as giant , slow as child , Smoking in a squalid room ...
... scorn accuse . Many hamlets sought I then , Many farms of mountain men . Rallying round a parish steeple Nestle warm the highland people , Coarse and boisterous , yet mild , Strong as giant , slow as child , Smoking in a squalid room ...
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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...