Complete Works, 9 tomasHoughton Mifflin & Company, 1883 |
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... breath ; Around me stood the oaks and firs ; Pine - cones and acorns lay on the ground ; Over me soared the eternal sky , Full of light and of deity ; Again I saw , again I heard , The rolling river , the morning bird ; - Beauty through ...
... breath ; Around me stood the oaks and firs ; Pine - cones and acorns lay on the ground ; Over me soared the eternal sky , Full of light and of deity ; Again I saw , again I heard , The rolling river , the morning bird ; - Beauty through ...
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... breath my boughs which tossed Brings again the Pentecost ; To every soul resounding clear In a voice of solemn cheer , --- " Am I not thine ? Are not these thine ? " And they reply , " Forever mine ! " My branches speak Italian ...
... breath my boughs which tossed Brings again the Pentecost ; To every soul resounding clear In a voice of solemn cheer , --- " Am I not thine ? Are not these thine ? " And they reply , " Forever mine ! " My branches speak Italian ...
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... . I take him up my rugged sides , Half - repentant , scant of breath , Bead - eyes my granite chaos show , And my midsummer snow : Open the daunting map beneath , All his county , sea and land , Dwarfed to MONADNOC . 67.
... . I take him up my rugged sides , Half - repentant , scant of breath , Bead - eyes my granite chaos show , And my midsummer snow : Open the daunting map beneath , All his county , sea and land , Dwarfed to MONADNOC . 67.
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... breathing men's behoof , Straitly charged him , ' Sit aloof ; ' Annexed a warning , poets say , To the bright premium , - Ever , when twain together play , Shall the harp be dumb . Many may come , But one shall sing ; Two touch the ...
... breathing men's behoof , Straitly charged him , ' Sit aloof ; ' Annexed a warning , poets say , To the bright premium , - Ever , when twain together play , Shall the harp be dumb . Many may come , But one shall sing ; Two touch the ...
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... breath In birdlike heavings unto death , Night came , and Nature had not thee ; I said , ' We are mates in misery . ' The morrow dawned with needless glow ; Each snowbird chirped , each fowl must crow ; Each tramper started ; but the ...
... breath In birdlike heavings unto death , Night came , and Nature had not thee ; I said , ' We are mates in misery . ' The morrow dawned with needless glow ; Each snowbird chirped , each fowl must crow ; Each tramper started ; but the ...
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agrimony bard beauty beneath bird blood breath bring cheer child churl cloud cold Dædalus Dæmon dark delight Dervish doth dream earth enchanted eternal eyes fame Fate fear feet fire flame flowers forest garden genius glow gods grace Hafiz hand hast hath hear heard heaven hide hills Jove lake land leaves light live lover maid MAIDEN SPEECH Merlin mighty Heart mind moon morning mould mountain Muse Nature Nature's nectar never night numbers o'er pine plant Pleiads poet polar night race rhyme rock rose round Saadi sail scorn secret shalt shine sings sleep smile snow song soul sphere Sphinx Spring stars stream sweet tempest thee thine things thou thought throbbing thrush TITMOUSE tongue town trees voice wage of love walked wave wild wind wine wings wise wood youth
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16 psl. - The hand that rounded Peter's dome, And groined the aisles of Christian Rome, Wrought in a sad sincerity ; Himself from God he could not free ; He builded better than he knew ; — The conscious stone to beauty grew.
42 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.
16 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.
41 psl. - And brier-roses, dwelt among; All beside was unknown waste, All was picture as he passed. Wiser far than human seer, Yellow-breeched philosopher ! Seeing only what is fair, Sipping only what is sweet, Thou dost mock at fate and care, Leave the chaff, and take the wheat. When the fierce northwestern blast Cools sea and land so far and fast, Thou already slumberest deep; Woe and want thou canst outsleep; Want and woe, which torture us, Thy sleep makes ridiculous.
17 psl. - Earth proudly wears the Parthenon, As the best gem upon her zone, And Morning opes with haste her lids To gaze upon the Pyramids; O'er England's abbeys bends the sky, As on its friends, with kindred eye; For out of Thought's interior sphere These wonders rose to upper air; And Nature gladly gave them place, Adopted them into her race, And granted them an equal date With Andes and with Ararat. These temples grew as grows the grass; Art might obey, but not surpass. The passive Master lent his hand...
168 psl. - BRAHMA If the red slayer think he slays, Or if the slain think he is slain, They know not well the subtle ways I keep, and pass, and turn again. Far or forgot to me is near; Shadow and sunlight are the same; The vanished gods to me appear; And one to me are shame and fame. They reckon ill who leave me out; When me they fly, I am the wings; I am the doubter and the doubt, And I the hymn the Brahmin sings.
229 psl. - CHARACTER The sun set; but set not his hope: Stars rose; his faith was earlier up: Fixed on the enormous galaxy, Deeper and older seemed his eye: And matched his sufferance sublime The taciturnity of time. He spoke, and words more soft than rain Brought the Age of Gold again: His action won such reverence sweet, As hid all measure of the feat...
212 psl. - Cities of mortals woe-begone Fantastic care derides, But in the serious landscape lone Stern benefit abides. Sheen will tarnish, honey cloy, And merry is only a mask of sad, But, sober on a fund of joy, The woods at heart are glad.
178 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.
15 psl. - Nor knew her beauty's best attire Was woven still by the snow-white choir. At last she came to his hermitage, Like the bird from the woodlands to the cage; — The gay enchantment was undone, A gentle wife, but fairy none. Then I said, "I covet truth; Beauty is unripe childhood's cheat; I leave it behind with the games of youth...