Essays, Second SeriesHoughton, Mifflin, 1876 - 228 psl. |
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... seem to have lost the perception of the instant de- pendence of form upon soul . There is no doctrine of forms in our philosophy . We were put into our bodies , as fire is put into a pan , to be carried about ; but there is no accurate ...
... seem to have lost the perception of the instant de- pendence of form upon soul . There is no doctrine of forms in our philosophy . We were put into our bodies , as fire is put into a pan , to be carried about ; but there is no accurate ...
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... seem to be minors , who have not yet come into possession of their own , or mutes , who cannot report the conversation they have had with nature . There is no man who does not anticipate a supersensual utility in the sun , and stars ...
... seem to be minors , who have not yet come into possession of their own , or mutes , who cannot report the conversation they have had with nature . There is no man who does not anticipate a supersensual utility in the sun , and stars ...
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... seems always waiting for its poet . I remember , when I was young , how much I was moved one morning by tidings that genius had ap- peared in a youth who sat near me at table . He had left his work , and gone rambling none knew whither ...
... seems always waiting for its poet . I remember , when I was young , how much I was moved one morning by tidings that genius had ap- peared in a youth who sat near me at table . He had left his work , and gone rambling none knew whither ...
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... broken ; I shall mount above these clouds and opaque airs in which I live , opaque , though they seem transparent , - and from the heaven of truth I shall see - B : and comprehend my relations . That will reconcile me THE POET . 17.
... broken ; I shall mount above these clouds and opaque airs in which I live , opaque , though they seem transparent , - and from the heaven of truth I shall see - B : and comprehend my relations . That will reconcile me THE POET . 17.
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... he should be tipsy with water . That spirit which suffices quiet hearts , which seems to come forth to such from every dry knoll of sere grass , from every pine stump , and half - imbedded stone , on which the dull March 30 THE POET .
... he should be tipsy with water . That spirit which suffices quiet hearts , which seems to come forth to such from every dry knoll of sere grass , from every pine stump , and half - imbedded stone , on which the dull March 30 THE POET .
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37 psl. - Our log-rolling, our stumps and their politics, our fisheries, our Negroes and Indians, our boats and our repudiations, the wrath of rogues and the pusillanimity of honest men, the northern trade, the southern planting, the western clearing, Oregon and Texas, are yet unsung. Yet America is a poem in our eyes; its ample geography dazzles the imagination, and it will not wait long for metres.
37 psl. - Banks and tariffs, the newspaper and caucus, methodism and unitarianism, are flat and dull to dull people, but rest on the same foundations of wonder as the town of Troy, and the temple of Delphos, and are as swiftly passing away.
137 psl. - The rounded world is fair to see, Nine times folded in mystery: Though baffled seers cannot impart The secret of its laboring heart, Throb thine with Nature's throbbing breast, And all is clear from east to west.
45 psl. - There are moods in which we court suffering, in the hope that here, at least, we shall find reality, sharp peaks and edges of truth. But it turns out to be scene-painting and counterfeit. The only thing grief has taught me, is to know how shallow it is. That, like all the resl, plays about the surface, and never introduces me into the reality, for contact with which, we would even pay the costly price of sons and lovers.
227 psl. - ... reward: whether thy work be fine or coarse, planting corn or writing epics, so only it be honest work, done to thine own approbation, it shall earn a reward to the senses as well as to the thought: no matter how often defeated, you are born to victory. The reward of a thing well done is to have done it.
28 psl. - It is a secret which every intellectual man quickly learns, that, beyond the energy of his possessed and conscious intellect, he is capable of a new energy (as of aD intellect doubled on itself), by abandonment to the nature of things ; that, beside his privacy of power as an individual man, there is a great public power, on which he can draw, by unlocking, at all risks, his human doors, and suffering the ethereal tides to roll and circulate through him...
142 psl. - He who knows the most, he who knows what sweets and virtues are in the ground, the waters, the plants, the heavens, and how to come at these enchantments, is the rich and royal man.
41 psl. - THE lords of life, the lords of life, — I saw them pass, In their own guise, Like and unlike, Portly and grim, Use and Surprise, Surface and Dream, Succession swift, and spectral Wrong, Temperament without a tongue, And the inventor of the game Omnipresent without name ; — Some to see, some to be guessed, They marched from east to west: Little man, least of all, Among the legs of his guardians tall, Walked about with puzzled look ; — Him by the hand dear Nature took; Dearest Nature, strong...
75 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.
29 psl. - As the traveller who has lost his way throws his reins on his horse's neck, and trusts to the instinct of the animal to find his road, so must we do with the divine animal who carries us through this world.