ParnassusRalph Waldo Emerson J. R. Osgood, 1875 - 534 pages |
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... Sight . Lucasta , To Lucy Maud My Mother's Picture Othello's Defence Outgrown Peasant's Return , The Playmate , The Pilot's Daughter , The . Poetry of Dress , The Portrait , The Qua Cursum Ventus Queen , The Rosaline Rose of the World ...
... Sight . Lucasta , To Lucy Maud My Mother's Picture Othello's Defence Outgrown Peasant's Return , The Playmate , The Pilot's Daughter , The . Poetry of Dress , The Portrait , The Qua Cursum Ventus Queen , The Rosaline Rose of the World ...
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... Sight . 71 Poet's Mood 436 138 158 To Venus Song : " Shake off your heavy trance , " 433 72 Born in England , 1822 . Thyrsis · · BARBAULD , ANNA LÆTITIA . Born in Leicestershire , Eng . , 1743 ; died 1825 . Life Praise to God BAILEY ...
... Sight . 71 Poet's Mood 436 138 158 To Venus Song : " Shake off your heavy trance , " 433 72 Born in England , 1822 . Thyrsis · · BARBAULD , ANNA LÆTITIA . Born in Leicestershire , Eng . , 1743 ; died 1825 . Life Praise to God BAILEY ...
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... sight ! Help , wise Prometheus , something must be done , To show they are the creatures of the sun . That each to other Is a brother , And Nature here no stepdame , but a mother . Come forth , come forth , prove all the numbers 3.
... sight ! Help , wise Prometheus , something must be done , To show they are the creatures of the sun . That each to other Is a brother , And Nature here no stepdame , but a mother . Come forth , come forth , prove all the numbers 3.
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... sights unholy , Find out some uncouth cell , Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings , And the night - raven sings ; There under ebon shades , and low- brow'd rocks , As ragged as thy locks , In dark Cimmerian desert ever ...
... sights unholy , Find out some uncouth cell , Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings , And the night - raven sings ; There under ebon shades , and low- brow'd rocks , As ragged as thy locks , In dark Cimmerian desert ever ...
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... sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream . Then to the well - trod stage anon , If Jonson's learned sock be on , Or sweetest Shakspeare , Fancy's child , Warble his native wood - notes wild . And ever against ...
... sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream . Then to the well - trod stage anon , If Jonson's learned sock be on , Or sweetest Shakspeare , Fancy's child , Warble his native wood - notes wild . And ever against ...
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Page 468 - Nesera's hair ? Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights, and live laborious days : But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life.
Page 271 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
Page 28 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy...
Page 102 - Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die.
Page 174 - But there's a Tree, of many, one, A single Field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone : The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat : Whither is fled the visionary gleam? Where is it now, the glory and the dream...
Page 126 - And here were gardens bright with sinuous rills Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree ; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery. But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover! A savage place! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
Page 171 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favorite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; "The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Page 127 - The shadow of the dome of pleasure Floated midway on the waves ; Where was heard the mingled measure From the fountain and the caves. It was a miracle of rare device, A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!
Page 4 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful jollity, Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek ; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Page 169 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care ; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield...