Emerson as a PoetM. L. Holbrook & Company, 1883 - 134 psl. |
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... , EVEN IF HALF A LIFE - TIME OF GENEROUS FRIEND- SHIP WERE NOT ALSO IN THE SCALE , I DEDICATE , WITH ESPECIAL PLEAS- URE , THIS LITTLE VOLUME . J. B. PREFATORY NOTE . T seems necessary to say that this PORTRAIT DEDICATION.
... , EVEN IF HALF A LIFE - TIME OF GENEROUS FRIEND- SHIP WERE NOT ALSO IN THE SCALE , I DEDICATE , WITH ESPECIAL PLEAS- URE , THIS LITTLE VOLUME . J. B. PREFATORY NOTE . T seems necessary to say that this PORTRAIT DEDICATION.
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Joel Benton. PREFATORY NOTE . T seems necessary to say that this essay IT was written over a year and a half ago , and is given here substantially in the form that it then had . No essential change has been made to accommodate it to Mr ...
Joel Benton. PREFATORY NOTE . T seems necessary to say that this essay IT was written over a year and a half ago , and is given here substantially in the form that it then had . No essential change has been made to accommodate it to Mr ...
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... says , in his " Imagi- nary Conversations , " that " a rib of Shakespeare would have made Milton - the same portion of Milton , all poets born ever since . " Something of this largeness and intensity — this su- premacy of genius ...
... says , in his " Imagi- nary Conversations , " that " a rib of Shakespeare would have made Milton - the same portion of Milton , all poets born ever since . " Something of this largeness and intensity — this su- premacy of genius ...
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... it , indeed , in almost * Dr. Bartol says : " If Shakespeare or Goethe be the Mont Blanc , Emerson is a neighboring Aiguille of lesser breadth , but well - nigh equal height . ” solitary neglect - surrounds it as if , among the 12.
... it , indeed , in almost * Dr. Bartol says : " If Shakespeare or Goethe be the Mont Blanc , Emerson is a neighboring Aiguille of lesser breadth , but well - nigh equal height . ” solitary neglect - surrounds it as if , among the 12.
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... says of the verses of Epictetus " is for the strong , for the few ; even for them the spiritual atmosphere with which it surrounds them is bleak and gray " —and that " The solemn peaks but to the stars are known , But to the stars and ...
... says of the verses of Epictetus " is for the strong , for the few ; even for them the spiritual atmosphere with which it surrounds them is bleak and gray " —and that " The solemn peaks but to the stars are known , But to the stars and ...
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66 psl. - 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, O rival of the rose ! I never thought to ask, I never knew ; But, in my simple ignorance, suppose The self-same Power that brought me there brought you.
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84 psl. - Guest of million painted forms, Which in turn thy glory warms! The frailest leaf, the mossy bark, The acorn's cup, the raindrop's arc, The swinging spider's silver line, The ruby of the drop of wine, The shining pebble of the pond, Thou inscribest with a bond, In thy momentary play, Would bankrupt nature to repay.
40 psl. - I hung my verses in the wind, Time and tide their faults may find. All were winnowed through and through, Five lines lasted sound and true; Five were smelted in a pot Than the South more fierce and hot; These the siroc could not melt, Fire their fiercer flaming felt, And the meaning was more white Than July's meridian light. Sunshine cannot bleach the snow, Nor time unmake what poets know. Have you eyes to find the five Which five hundred did survive?
87 psl. - His hearers could not cough, or look aside from him, without loss. He commanded where he spoke ; and had his judges angry and pleased at his devotion. No man had their affections more in his power. The fear of every man that heard him was, lest he should make an end.
87 psl. - Yet there happened in my time one noble speaker, who was full of gravity in his speaking. His language (where he could spare or pass by a jest) was nobly censorious. No man ever spake more neatly, more pressly, more weightily, or suffered less emptiness, less idleness, in what he uttered.
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