Selected PoemsJames R. Osgood and Company, 1876 - 218 psl. |
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... land . As they lead , so follow all , Ever have done , ever shall . Warning to the blind and deaf , ' Tis written on the iron leaf , Who drinks of Cupid's nectar cup Loveth downward , and not up ; He who loves , of gods or men , Shall ...
... land . As they lead , so follow all , Ever have done , ever shall . Warning to the blind and deaf , ' Tis written on the iron leaf , Who drinks of Cupid's nectar cup Loveth downward , and not up ; He who loves , of gods or men , Shall ...
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... land and sea Are the atoms of his body bright , And his behest obey . He serveth the servant , The brave he loves amain ; He kills the cripple and the sick , And straight begins again ; For gods delight in gods , And thrust the weak ...
... land and sea Are the atoms of his body bright , And his behest obey . He serveth the servant , The brave he loves amain ; He kills the cripple and the sick , And straight begins again ; For gods delight in gods , And thrust the weak ...
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... land ? Harp of the wind , or song of bird , Or vagrant booming of the air , Voice of a meteor lost in day ? Such tidings of the starry sphere Can this elastic air convey , Or haply ' t was the cannonade Of the pent and darkened lake ...
... land ? Harp of the wind , or song of bird , Or vagrant booming of the air , Voice of a meteor lost in day ? Such tidings of the starry sphere Can this elastic air convey , Or haply ' t was the cannonade Of the pent and darkened lake ...
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... land , Painting artless paradises , Drugging herbs with Syrian spices , Fanning secret fires which glow In columbine and clover - blow . Climbing the northern zones , Where a thousand pallid towns Lie like cockles by the main , Or ...
... land , Painting artless paradises , Drugging herbs with Syrian spices , Fanning secret fires which glow In columbine and clover - blow . Climbing the northern zones , Where a thousand pallid towns Lie like cockles by the main , Or ...
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... land ; Whistle of a woodland bird Made the pulses dance , Note of horn in valleys heard Filled the region with romance . None can tell how sweet , How virtuous , the morning air ; Every accent vibrates well ; Not alone the wood - bird's ...
... land ; Whistle of a woodland bird Made the pulses dance , Note of horn in valleys heard Filled the region with romance . None can tell how sweet , How virtuous , the morning air ; Every accent vibrates well ; Not alone the wood - bird's ...
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æons bard beauty bird bless blood boughs bread breath bring canst cheer child churl cloud cold Cupid Dædalus Dæmon delight doth dream earth ENGLISH TRAITS Eolian eternal eyes fate feet flame flood flow flowers forest forever garden genius glow Godhead gods grace harp hast hath hear heard heaven hide hills Jove knew lake land leaves light looking-glass lover maid mind moon morning mountain Muse mystic Nature Nature's never night numbers o'er pain pine plant Pleiads pulse quaking race RALPH WALDO EMERSON rhyme rill rock rose round Saadi sail scorn secret shadow shining sing sleep snow soft solitudes song soul sphere Sphinx Spring stars stream strong sweet tempest thee thine things thou thought Throb thrush thy heart TITMOUSE town tree voice wave wild wind wine wing wise wood youth zodiac
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73 psl. - 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.
155 psl. - THE mountain and the squirrel Had a quarrel ; And the former called the latter " Little Prig. Bun replied, " You are doubtless very big ; But all sorts of things and weather Must be taken in together, To make up a year And a sphere. And I think it no disgrace To occupy my place. If I'm not so large as you, You are not so small as I, And not half so spry. I'll not deny you make A very pretty squirrel track ; Talents differ ; all is well and wisely put ; If I cannot carry forests on my back, Neither...
16 psl. - The word unto the prophet spoken Was writ on tables yet unbroken; The word by seers or sibyls told, In groves of oak, or fanes of gold, Still floats upon the morning wind, Still whispers to the willing mind. One accent of the Holy Ghost The heedless world hath never lost.
58 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.
186 psl. - TERMINUS. IT is time to be old, To take in sail : — The god of bounds, Who sets to seas a shore, Came to me in his fatal rounds, And said : ' No more ! No farther shoot Thy broad ambitious branches, and thy root. Fancy departs : no more invent ; Contract thy firmament To compass of a tent.
203 psl. - My angel — his name is Freedom — Choose him to be your king; He shall cut pathways east and west, And fend you with his wing.
13 psl. - 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 my senses stole; I yielded myself to the perfect whole.
70 psl. - Tis mine, my children's and my name's. How sweet the west wind sounds in my own trees! How graceful climb those shadows on my hill! I fancy these pure waters and the flags Know me, as does my dog: we sympathize; And, I affirm, my actions smack of the soil.
11 psl. - She melted into purple cloud, She 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 : " Who telleth one of my meanings,
15 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...