PoemsJ. Munroe & Company, 1847 - 251 psl. |
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... mountain chase , the summer waves , The crowded town , thy feet may well delay . Set not thy foot on graves ; Nor seek to unwind the shroud Which charitable Time And Nature have allowed To wrap the errors of a sage sublime . Set not thy ...
... mountain chase , the summer waves , The crowded town , thy feet may well delay . Set not thy foot on graves ; Nor seek to unwind the shroud Which charitable Time And Nature have allowed To wrap the errors of a sage sublime . Set not thy ...
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... mountain dales impart ; It seemed that Nature could not raise A plant in any secret place , In quaking bog , on snowy hill , Beneath the grass that shades the rill , Under the snow , between the rocks , In damp fields known to bird and ...
... mountain dales impart ; It seemed that Nature could not raise A plant in any secret place , In quaking bog , on snowy hill , Beneath the grass that shades the rill , Under the snow , between the rocks , In damp fields known to bird and ...
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... mountains old , Only the waters cold , Only moon and star My coevals are . Ere the first fowl sung My relenting boughs among ; Ere Adam wived , Ere Adam lived , Ere the duck dived , Ere the bees hived , Ere the lion roared , Ere the ...
... mountains old , Only the waters cold , Only moon and star My coevals are . Ere the first fowl sung My relenting boughs among ; Ere Adam wived , Ere Adam lived , Ere the duck dived , Ere the bees hived , Ere the lion roared , Ere the ...
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... " Am I not thine ? Are not these thine ? " And they reply , " Forever mine ! " My branches speak Italian , English , German , Basque , Castilian , Mountain speech to Highlanders , Ocean tongues to islanders , 84 WOODNOTES .
... " Am I not thine ? Are not these thine ? " And they reply , " Forever mine ! " My branches speak Italian , English , German , Basque , Castilian , Mountain speech to Highlanders , Ocean tongues to islanders , 84 WOODNOTES .
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Ralph Waldo Emerson. Mountain speech to Highlanders , Ocean tongues to islanders , To Fin , and Lap , and swart Malay , To each his bosom secret say . Come learn with me the fatal song Which knits the world in music strong , Whereto ...
Ralph Waldo Emerson. Mountain speech to Highlanders , Ocean tongues to islanders , To Fin , and Lap , and swart Malay , To each his bosom secret say . Come learn with me the fatal song Which knits the world in music strong , Whereto ...
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250 psl. - 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.
72 psl. - The timid it concerns to ask their way, And fear what foe in caves and swamps can stray, To make no step until the event is known, And ills to come as evils past bemoan. Not so the wise ; no coward watch he keeps To spy what danger on his pathway creeps ; Go where he will, the wise man is at home, His hearth the earth, — his hall the azure dome ; Where his clear spirit leads him, there's his road, By God's own light illumined and foreshowed.
141 psl. - T is a brave master; Let it have scope: Follow it utterly, Hope beyond hope: High and more high It dives into noon, With wing unspent, Untold intent; But it is a god, Knows its own path And the outlets of the sky. It was never for the mean; It requireth courage stout. Souls above doubt, Valor unbending, It will reward,-- They shall return More than they were, And ever ascending.
12 psl. - In stings of remorse. Have I a lover Who is noble and free ? — I would he were nobler Than to love me. " Eterne alternation Now follows, now flies ; And under pain, pleasure, — Under pleasure, pain lies. ;/ *••< Love works at the centre, Heart-heaving alway ; Forth speed the strong pulses To the borders of day. " Dull Sphinx, Jove keep thy five wits ; Thy sight is growing blear; Rue, myrrh and cummin for the Sphinx, __~- Her muddy eyes to clear...
53 psl. - Where are these men ? Asleep beneath their grounds And strangers, fond as they, their furrows plough. Earth laughs in flowers, to see her boastful boys Earth-proud, proud of the earth which is not theirs ; Who steer the plough, but cannot steer their feet Clear of the grave.
138 psl. - Olympian bards who sung Divine ideas below, Which always find us young, And always keep us so.
29 psl. - Or by knowledge grown too bright To hit the nerve of feebler sight. Straightway, a forgetting wind Stole over the celestial kind, And their lips the secret kept, If in ashes the fire-seed slept. But now and then, truth-speaking things Shamed the angels...
120 psl. - And ride mankind. There are two laws discrete, Not reconciled — Law for man, and law for thing; The last builds town and fleet, But it runs wild, And doth the man unking.
121 psl. - Let man serve law for man; Live for friendship, live for love, For truth's and harmony's behoof; The state may follow how it can, As Olympus follows Jove.
59 psl. - 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. Rhodora! if the sages ask thee why This charm is wasted on the earth and sky, Tell them, dear, that if eyes were made for seeing, Then Beauty is its own excuse for being: Why thou wert there, 0 rival of the rose!