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... Plants and birds and humble creatures Well accept her rule austere ; Titan - born , to hardy natures Cold is genial and dear . As Southern wrath to Northern right Is but straw to anthracite ; As in the day of sacrifice , When heroes ...
... Plants and birds and humble creatures Well accept her rule austere ; Titan - born , to hardy natures Cold is genial and dear . As Southern wrath to Northern right Is but straw to anthracite ; As in the day of sacrifice , When heroes ...
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... to good , Without halting , without rest , Lifting Better up to Best ; Planting seeds of knowledge pure , Through earth to ripen , through heaven endure . THE ADIRONDACS . A JOURNAL . DEDICATED TO MY FELLOW MAY - DAY . 39.
... to good , Without halting , without rest , Lifting Better up to Best ; Planting seeds of knowledge pure , Through earth to ripen , through heaven endure . THE ADIRONDACS . A JOURNAL . DEDICATED TO MY FELLOW MAY - DAY . 39.
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... plants , Orchis and gentian , fern , and long whip - scirpus , Rosy polygonum , lake - margin's pride , Hypnum and hydnum , mushroom , sponge , and moss , Or harebell nodding in the gorge of falls . Above , the eagle flew , the osprey ...
... plants , Orchis and gentian , fern , and long whip - scirpus , Rosy polygonum , lake - margin's pride , Hypnum and hydnum , mushroom , sponge , and moss , Or harebell nodding in the gorge of falls . Above , the eagle flew , the osprey ...
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... plant the tree that bears best apples , plant , And water it with wine , nor watch askance Whether thy sons or strangers eat the fruit : Enough that mankind eat , and are refreshed . We flee away from cities , but we bring The best of ...
... plant the tree that bears best apples , plant , And water it with wine , nor watch askance Whether thy sons or strangers eat the fruit : Enough that mankind eat , and are refreshed . We flee away from cities , but we bring The best of ...
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... it gems and clouds . Planting strange fruits and sunshine on the shore , I make some coast alluring , some lone isle , To distant men , who must go there , or die . SONG OF NATURE . INE are the night and morning SEA - SHORE . 127.
... it gems and clouds . Planting strange fruits and sunshine on the shore , I make some coast alluring , some lone isle , To distant men , who must go there , or die . SONG OF NATURE . INE are the night and morning SEA - SHORE . 127.
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ADIRONDACS bards beauty beneath bird bloom boat boys breath bring burst of joy chain cheer cloud cold Count your change cries Dædalus dark doth dream earth echoes Eolian eternal eyes fate fear fire Fires gardens flowers forest Freedom's friends genius gleams glow gods grace greet grief hand hear heart heat heaven hues isle Jove Keeseville lake land light loud mallows maple mask Merlin morn moulds Muse Nature never night northern storms o'er pain peals pine plant poet polar night race RALPH WALDO EMERSON rose round scarlet tides secret shed shining sing sire skies smile snow song soul speak Spring starry stars sweet swift thee thine thou thought TITMOUSE to-day tongue town town and gown trees verse voice wave white spruce wild wind wine wing Migrate wings wise wonted woods youth
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Page 111 - To each they offer gifts after his will, Bread, kingdoms, stars, and sky that holds them all. I, in my pleached garden, watched the pomp, Forgot my morning wishes, hastily Took a few herbs and apples, and the Day Turned and departed silent. I, too late, Under her solemn fillet saw the scorn.
Page 75 - God said, I am tired of kings, I suffer them no more ; Up to my ear the morning brings The outrage of the poor. Think ye I made this ball A field of havoc and war, Where tyrants great and tyrants small Might harry the weak and poor ? My angel, — his name is Freedom, — Choose him to be your king ; He shall cut pathways east and west, And fend you with his wing.
Page 164 - CHARACTER The sun set; but set not his hope: Stars rose; his faith was earlier up: Fixed on the enormous galaxy, Deeper and older seemed his eye: And matched his sufferance sublime The taciturnity of time. He spoke, and words more soft than rain Brought the Age of Gold again: His action won such reverence sweet, As hid all measure of the feat.
Page 140 - IT is time to be old, To take in sail : — The god of bounds, Who sets to seas a shore, Came to me in his fatal rounds, And said : ' No more ! No farther shoot Thy broad ambitious branches, and thy root.
Page 20 - A subtle chain of countless rings The next unto the farthest brings ; The eye reads omens where it goes, And speaks all languages the rose ; And, striving to be man, the worm Mounts through all the spires of form.
Page 79 - Pay ransom to the owner And fill the bag to the brim. Who is the owner? The slave is owner, And ever was. Pay him.
Page 74 - Of honor o'er the sea, And bid the broad Atlantic roll, A ferry of the free. And henceforth there shall be no chain, Save underneath the sea The wires shall murmur through the main Sweet songs of liberty. The conscious stars accord above, The waters wild below, And under, through the cable wove, Her fiery errands go. For He that worketh high and wise, Nor pauses in his plan, Will take the sun out of the skies Ere freedom out of man.
Page 84 - IN an age of fops and toys, Wanting wisdom, void of right, Who shall nerve heroic boys To hazard all in Freedom's fight, — Break sharply off their jolly games, Forsake their comrades gay, And quit proud homes and youthful dames, For famine, toil, and fray ? Yet on the nimble air benign Speed nimbler messages, That waft the breath of grace divine To hearts in sloth and ease. ' 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 157 - EXPERIENCE THE lords of life, the lords of life, I saw them pass, In their own guise, Like and unlike, Portly and grim, Use and Surprise, Surface and Dream, Succession swift, and spectral Wrong, Temperament without a tongue, And the inventor of the game Omnipresent without name;— Some to see, some to be guessed, They marched from east to west: Little man, least of all, Among the legs of his guardians...
Page 138 - The bittern's boom, a desert make Which no false art refines. Down in yon watery nook, Where bearded mists divide, The gray old gods whom Chaos knew, The sires of Nature, hide. Aloft, in secret veins of air, Blows the sweet breath of song, O, few to scale those uplands dare, Though they to all belong! See thou bring not to field or stone The fancies found in books; Leave authors' eyes, and fetch your own, To brave the landscape's looks.