The Genius and Character of Emerson: Lectures at the Concord School of PhilosophyJames R. Osgood, 1884 - 447 psl. |
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... verse or prose but the public is melted anew . " " All these , " he says to Carlyle , " know you well , have read and will read you , - yes , and will prize and use your benefaction to the College [ at Cambridge ] ; and I believe it ...
... verse or prose but the public is melted anew . " " All these , " he says to Carlyle , " know you well , have read and will read you , - yes , and will prize and use your benefaction to the College [ at Cambridge ] ; and I believe it ...
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... verse ? - " 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 . " Or the 4th of July Ode read at Concord in 1857 , with ...
... verse ? - " 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 . " Or the 4th of July Ode read at Concord in 1857 , with ...
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... verse is uni- formly so abstractly and intellectually beautiful , kindles to passion whenever his theme is America . The loftiest patriotism never found more ardent and eloquent expression than in the hymn sung at the completion of ...
... verse is uni- formly so abstractly and intellectually beautiful , kindles to passion whenever his theme is America . The loftiest patriotism never found more ardent and eloquent expression than in the hymn sung at the completion of ...
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... verse that does not refresh and exhilarate . never for an instant panders to despondency and despair . If , in Henry Vaughan's figure , such a bird sing not now in some other grove out of mortal sight , what a loss in Nature ! What is ...
... verse that does not refresh and exhilarate . never for an instant panders to despondency and despair . If , in Henry Vaughan's figure , such a bird sing not now in some other grove out of mortal sight , what a loss in Nature ! What is ...
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... verse how all the powers of the soul ride on the eye ; and there was a soft penetration in his own which expressed the perfect blending of wisdom and love , -the keenest curiosity and loftiest rapture of the human mind . 66 No man's ...
... verse how all the powers of the soul ride on the eye ; and there was a soft penetration in his own which expressed the perfect blending of wisdom and love , -the keenest curiosity and loftiest rapture of the human mind . 66 No man's ...
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The Genius and Character of Emerson Lectures at the Concord School of ... Concord School of Philosophy Visos knygos peržiūra - 1885 |
The Genius and Character of Emerson Lectures at the Concord School of ... Concord School of Philosophy Visos knygos peržiūra - 1884 |
The Genius and Character of Emerson Lectures at the Concord School of ... Concord School of Philosophy Trumpų ištraukų rodinys - 1971 |
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