 leaves no scar. It was caducous. I grieve that grief can teach me nothing, nor carry me one step into real nature. The Indian who was laid under a curse, that the wind should not blow on him, nor water flow to him, nor fire burn him, is a type of us all....  Essays, Second Series - 53 psl.autoriai: Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1850 - 274 psl.Visos knygos peržiūra - Apie šią knygą
 | Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1860 - 286 psl.
...could not be torn away without tearing me, nor enlarged without enriching me, falls off from me, and leaves no scar. It was caducous. I grieve that grief...to him, nor fire burn him, is a type of us all. The dearest events are summer-rain, and we the Para coats that shed every drop. Nothing is left us now... | |
 | Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1809 - 250 psl.
[ Atsiprašome, šio puslapio turinio peržiūra yra ribojama ] | |
 | Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1863 - 288 psl.
...could not be torn away without tearing me, nor enlarged without enriching me, falls off from me, and leaves no scar. It was caducous. I grieve that grief...to him, nor fire burn him, is a type of us all. The dearest events are summer-rain, and we the Para coats that shed every drop. Nothing is left us now... | |
 | Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1870 - 574 psl.
...tearing me, nor enlarged without enriching me, falls off from me and leaves no scar. It was cad^ßuns. I grieve that grief can teach me nothing, nor carry...to him, nor fire burn him, is a type of us all. The dearest events are summer rain, and we the Para coats that shed every drop. Nothing is left us now... | |
 | 1873 - 530 psl.
[ Atsiprašome, šio puslapio turinio peržiūra yra ribojama ] | |
 | 1875 - 402 psl.
...could not be torn away without tearing me, nor enlarged without enriching me, falls off from me and leaves no scar. It was caducous. I grieve that grief...nothing, nor carry me one step into real nature.' Not long before Emerson had lost a nobly-gifted brother, the dear companion of his proud childhood... | |
 | Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1876 - 382 psl.
...could not be torn away without tearing me nor enlarged without enriching me, falls off from me and leaves no scar. It was caducous. I grieve that grief...to him, nor fire burn him, is a type of us all. The dearest events are summer-rain, and we the Para coats that shed every drop. Nothing is left us now... | |
 | Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1883 - 286 psl.
...could not be torn away without tearing me nor enlarged without enriching me, falls off from me and leaves no scar. It was caducous. I grieve that grief...to him, nor fire burn him, is a type of us all. The dearest events are summerrain, and we the Para coats that shed every drop. Nothing is left us now but... | |
 | Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1883 - 648 psl.
...could not be torn away without tearing me, nor enlarged without enriching me, falls off from me and leaves no scar. It was caducous. I grieve that grief...to him, nor fire burn him, is a type of us all. The dearest events are summer rain, and we the Para coats that shed every drop. Nothing is left us now... | |
 | Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1883 - 618 psl.
...could not be torn away without tearing me nor enlarged without enriching me, falls off from me and leaves no scar. It was caducous. I grieve that grief...to him, nor fire burn him, is a type of us all. The dearest events are summerrain, and we the Para coats that shed every drop. Nothing is left us now but... | |
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