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... To J. W. DESTINY GUY HAMATREYA EARTH - SONG GOOD - BYE THE RHODORA THE HUMBLE - BEE BERRYING THE SNOW - STORM I. POEMS . PAGE 14 15 18 20 21 23 27 30 31 32 · 33 35 36 37 39 39 41 42 - WOODNOTES , I. · - WOODNOTES , II .
... To J. W. DESTINY GUY HAMATREYA EARTH - SONG GOOD - BYE THE RHODORA THE HUMBLE - BEE BERRYING THE SNOW - STORM I. POEMS . PAGE 14 15 18 20 21 23 27 30 31 32 · 33 35 36 37 39 39 41 42 - WOODNOTES , I. · - WOODNOTES , II .
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Ralph Waldo Emerson. MY GARDEN THE TITMOUSE THE HARP SEA - SHORE • SONG OF NATURE Two RIVERS . WALDEINSAMKEIT TERMINUS THE NUN'S ASPIRATION . APRIL MAIDEN SPEECH OF THE EOLIAN HARP CUPIDO . THE PAST THE LAST FAREWELL IN MEMORIAM ...
Ralph Waldo Emerson. MY GARDEN THE TITMOUSE THE HARP SEA - SHORE • SONG OF NATURE Two RIVERS . WALDEINSAMKEIT TERMINUS THE NUN'S ASPIRATION . APRIL MAIDEN SPEECH OF THE EOLIAN HARP CUPIDO . THE PAST THE LAST FAREWELL IN MEMORIAM ...
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... songs to me . Deep love lieth under These pictures of time ; They fade in the light of Their meaning sublime . " The fiend that man harries Is love of the Best ; Yawns the pit of the Dragon , Lit by rays from the Blest . The Lethe of ...
... songs to me . Deep love lieth under These pictures of time ; They fade in the light of Their meaning sublime . " The fiend that man harries Is love of the Best ; Yawns the pit of the Dragon , Lit by rays from the Blest . The Lethe of ...
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... song , but it cheers not now , For I did not bring home the river and sky ; He sang to my ear , they sang to my eye . The delicate shells lay on the shore ; The bubbles of the latest wave Fresh pearls to their enamel gave , And the ...
... song , but it cheers not now , For I did not bring home the river and sky ; He sang to my ear , they sang to my eye . The delicate shells lay on the shore ; The bubbles of the latest wave Fresh pearls to their enamel gave , And the ...
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... SONG . ' Mine and yours ; Mine , not yours . Earth endures ; Stars abide Shine down in the old sea ; Old are the shores ; But where are old men ? I who have seen much , Such have I never seen . ' The lawyer's deed Ran sure , In tail ...
... SONG . ' Mine and yours ; Mine , not yours . Earth endures ; Stars abide Shine down in the old sea ; Old are the shores ; But where are old men ? I who have seen much , Such have I never seen . ' The lawyer's deed Ran sure , In tail ...
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agrimony bard beast and flower beauty Behold beneath bird blood boughs brain breath bring cheer child churl climb cloud cold Count your change crystal coast Dæmon dark delight doth dream earth eternal eyes Fate feet fire Fires gardens flame flow flowers forest garden genius glow gods grace hand hast hath hear heard heaven hills Jove lake land light lover maid mind moon morn mould mountain mountain heart Muse Nature Nature's never night o'er ordered band pine plant poet polar night race rhyme rose round Saadi sail scorn secret shine sing skies sleep smile snow soft song sons of intellect soul sphere Spring stars stream sweet thee thine things thou thought throbbing TITMOUSE town trees voice walls wave wild wind wine wing Migrate wings wise wood youth
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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.
15 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.
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...
243 psl. - Though love repine, and reason chafe, There came a voice without reply, — "Tis man's perdition to be safe, When for the truth he ought to die.
231 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...
170 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.
14 psl. - I thought the sparrow's note from heaven, Singing at dawn on the alder bough; I brought him home, in his nest, at even; He sings the song, but it cheers not now, For I did not bring home the river and sky; — He sang to my ear, — they sang to my eye.
139 psl. - 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.
171 psl. - 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. The strong gods pine for my abode, And pine in vain the sacred Seven; But thou, meek lover of the good! Find me, and turn thy back on heaven.
180 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.