The Genius and Character of Emerson: Lectures at the Concord School of PhilosophyJ.R. Osgood, 1884 - 447 psl. |
Kiti leidimai - Peržiūrėti viską
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 Visos knygos peržiūra - 1885 |
The Genius and Character of Emerson– Lectures at the Concord School of ... Concord School of Philosophy Trumpų ištraukų rodinys - 1971 |
Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
Alcott American Aristotle beauty Boston Brahma c'est called Carlyle character Christian Church Concord Dæmon delight divine doctrine earth Emer England English essay eternal ethics evil eyes F. B. SANBORN faith feeling force freedom genius give Goethe Goethe's HARRISON G. O. BLAKE hear heard heart heaven highest human idea ideal immortality individual insight inspiration intellect Jesus JULIA WARD JULIAN HAWTHORNE Kant lecture literary literature live Margaret Fuller Matthew Arnold mind moral sentiment Muse nation Nature never passage Philosophy Plato Plutarch poem poet poëte poetic poetry preach preacher prose pulpit Puritan qu'il race relation religion religious Sartor Resartus says Emerson seems sense Shakspeare social soul speak spirit stars thee Theodore Parker things thou thought tion Transcendentalist true truth universe utterance verse virtue voice wonderful words worship write youth
Populiarios ištraukos
269 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 buildcd better than he knew. The passive Master lent his hand To the vast soul that o'er him planned."
207 psl. - To-morrow he repairs the golden flood And warms the nations with redoubled ray. Enough for me ; with joy I see The different doom our fates assign, Be thine despair, and sceptred care, — To triumph, and to die, are mine.' He spoke, and headlong from the mountain's height Deep in the roaring tide he plunged to endless night.
206 psl. - On a rock whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Comvay's foaming flood, Robed in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the poet stood ; (Loose his beard, and hoary hair Streamed, like a meteor, to the troubled air) ; And, with a master's hand,
117 psl. - pines, Where the evening star so holy shines, I laugh at the lore and the pride of man, At the sophist schools and the learned clan ; For what are they all, in their high conceit, "When man in the bush with God may meet
313 psl. - I ask not for the great, the remote, the romantic; what is doing in Italy or Arabia ; what is Greek art or Provencal minstrelsy; I embrace the common, I explore and sit at the feet of the familiar, the low. Give me insight into to-day, and you may have the antique and future worlds.
13 psl. - Beware when the great God lets loose a thinker on this planet; then all things are at risk. It is as when a conflagration has broken out in a great city, and no man knows what is safe or where it will end. There is not a piece of science
206 psl. - prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre : — ' Hark ! how each giant-oak, and desert cave, Sighs to the torrent's awful voice beneath ! O'er thee, 0 King, their hundred arms they wave, Revenge on thcc in hoarser murmurs breathe ; Vocal no more, since Cambria's fatal day, To high-born
364 psl. - The brooding East with awe beheld Her impious younger world, — The Roman tempest swelled and swelled, And on her head was hurled. The East bowed low before the blast, In patient, deep disdain ; She let the legions thunder past, And plunged in thought again.
242 psl. - saw that God incarnates himself in man, and evermore goes forth anew to take possession of his World. He said, in this jubilee of sublime emotion, ' I am divine. Through me, God acts; through me, speaks. Would you see God, see me; or see thee, when thou also thinkest as I now think.'
203 psl. - Can storied urn, or animated bust, Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath ? Can honor's voice provoke the silent dust, Or flatt'ry soothe the dull, cold ear of death