The works of Ralph Waldo Emerson, 3 tomasMacmillan, 1883 |
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Kiti leidimai - Peržiūrėti viską
The Works of Ralph Waldo Emerson: Poems. 1884, repr. 1897 Ralph Waldo Emerson Visos knygos peržiūra - 1902 |
The Works of Ralph Waldo Emerson: Poems. 1884, repr. 1897 Ralph Waldo Emerson Visos knygos peržiūra - 1897 |
Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
agrimony ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH bards beauty beneath bird blood boughs breath bring Canst cheer child cloud cold Count your change crystal coast Dædalus Dæmon dark doth earth eternal evermore eyes fate Fcap feet fire Fires gardens flame flowers forest FRANCIS TURNER PALGRAVE friends garden genius glad glow gods grace grief Hafiz hast hear heaven hills Jove lake land leaves light lover maid MATTHEW ARNOLD mind moon morning mould mountain Muse mystic Nature Nature's never night numbers o'er pain pine plant poet polar night pride race rose round Saadi scorn secret shed shining sing snow song soul sphere Spring stars stream strong sweet thee thine things thought thy heart tide TITMOUSE to-day tongue town tree voice wave wild Wilt thou wind wine wing wing Migrate wise wood youth
Populiarios ištraukos
238 psl. - So nigh is grandeur to our dust, So near is God to man, When Duty whispers low, Thou must, The youth replies, I can.
49 psl. - 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.
43 psl. - 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?
10 psl. - 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...
44 psl. - 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.
10 psl. - 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...
182 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.
46 psl. - 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.
49 psl. - 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.
11 psl. - 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...