PoemsJ. Munroe & Company, 1847 - 251 psl. |
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... o'er ? - They are but sailing foam - bells Along Thought's causing stream , And take their shape and sun - color From him that sends the dream . For Destiny does not like To yield to men the 3 THE WORLD - SOUL . 3333.
... o'er ? - They are but sailing foam - bells Along Thought's causing stream , And take their shape and sun - color From him that sends the dream . For Destiny does not like To yield to men the 3 THE WORLD - SOUL . 3333.
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... Stream could not so perversely wind But corn of Guy's was there to grind ; The siroc found it on its way , To speed his sails , to dry his hay ; And the world's sun seemed to rise , To drudge all day for Guy the wise . In his rich ...
... Stream could not so perversely wind But corn of Guy's was there to grind ; The siroc found it on its way , To speed his sails , to dry his hay ; And the world's sun seemed to rise , To drudge all day for Guy the wise . In his rich ...
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... 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 . } WOODNOTES . II . As sunbeams stream through liberal space 74 WOODNOTES .
... 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 . } WOODNOTES . II . As sunbeams stream through liberal space 74 WOODNOTES .
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Ralph Waldo Emerson. WOODNOTES . II . As sunbeams stream through liberal space , And nothing jostle or displace , So waved the pine - tree through my thought , And fanned the dreams it never brought . ' Whether is better the gift or the ...
Ralph Waldo Emerson. WOODNOTES . II . As sunbeams stream through liberal space , And nothing jostle or displace , So waved the pine - tree through my thought , And fanned the dreams it never brought . ' Whether is better the gift or the ...
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... streams , that breathes in wind . Leave all thy pedant lore apart ; God hid the whole world in thy heart . Love shuns the sage , the child it crowns , And gives them all who all renounce . The rain comes when the wind calls ; The river ...
... streams , that breathes in wind . Leave all thy pedant lore apart ; God hid the whole world in thy heart . Love shuns the sage , the child it crowns , And gives them all who all renounce . The rain comes when the wind calls ; The river ...
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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!