The works of Ralph Waldo Emerson, 3 tomasMacmillan, 1883 |
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... silvered in the moon ; She spired into a yellow flame ; She flowered in blossoms red ; She flowed into a foaming wave ; She stood Monadnoc's head . Thorough a thousand voices Spoke the universal dame : " THE SPHINX . 5.
... silvered in the moon ; She spired into a yellow flame ; She flowered in blossoms red ; She flowed into a foaming wave ; She stood Monadnoc's head . Thorough a thousand voices Spoke the universal dame : " THE SPHINX . 5.
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... flame , Up from the burning core below , — The canticles of love and woe ; The hand that rounded Peter's dome , And groined the aisles of Christian Rome , Wrought in a sad sincerity ; Himself from God he THE PROBLEM . 9 THE PROBLEM.
... flame , Up from the burning core below , — The canticles of love and woe ; The hand that rounded Peter's dome , And groined the aisles of Christian Rome , Wrought in a sad sincerity ; Himself from God he THE PROBLEM . 9 THE PROBLEM.
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... flame the countless host , Trances the heart through chanting choirs , And through the priest the mind inspires . The word unto the prophet spoken Was writ on tables yet unbroken ; The word by seers or sibyls told , In groves of oak ...
... flame the countless host , Trances the heart through chanting choirs , And through the priest the mind inspires . The word unto the prophet spoken Was writ on tables yet unbroken ; The word by seers or sibyls told , In groves of oak ...
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... flame ; The sage , till he hit the secret , Would hang his head for shame . But our brothers have not read it , Not ... flames into The fopperies of the town . Within , without the idle earth , Stars weave eternal rings ; The sun himself ...
... flame ; The sage , till he hit the secret , Would hang his head for shame . But our brothers have not read it , Not ... flames into The fopperies of the town . Within , without the idle earth , Stars weave eternal rings ; The sun himself ...
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... With their own harvest honoured were . There was no frost but welcome came , Nor freshet , nor midsummer flame . Belonged to wind and world the toil And venture , and to Guy the oil . ТАСТ . WHAT boots it , thy virtue , What GUY . 35.
... With their own harvest honoured were . There was no frost but welcome came , Nor freshet , nor midsummer flame . Belonged to wind and world the toil And venture , and to Guy the oil . ТАСТ . WHAT boots it , thy virtue , What GUY . 35.
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“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 |
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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...