ParnassusRalph Waldo Emerson Houghton, Osgood, 1880 - 534 páginas |
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... Spring . Charles Wolfe 466 Scott . 461 Wordsworth . 471 Tennyson . 457 Wordsworth . 475 Herrick 461 Coleridge ( Trans . ) 459 Collins 460 Anonymous 463 Shakspeare 461 Burns 458 Lowell 476 John Clare 456 Herrick . 455 Burns 458 Burns 456 ...
... Spring . Charles Wolfe 466 Scott . 461 Wordsworth . 471 Tennyson . 457 Wordsworth . 475 Herrick 461 Coleridge ( Trans . ) 459 Collins 460 Anonymous 463 Shakspeare 461 Burns 458 Lowell 476 John Clare 456 Herrick . 455 Burns 458 Burns 456 ...
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... Spring Burns ..... 456 Lines written at Grasmere on Tidings of the Approaching Death of Charles James Fox .... Wordsworth .... 463 Ly c iilas Mi I ton 467 Lvkewake Dirge Anon. 459 Murdered Traveller, The Bryant 457 Nymph Mourning her ...
... Spring Burns ..... 456 Lines written at Grasmere on Tidings of the Approaching Death of Charles James Fox .... Wordsworth .... 463 Ly c iilas Mi I ton 467 Lvkewake Dirge Anon. 459 Murdered Traveller, The Bryant 457 Nymph Mourning her ...
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... Spring all the graces of the To the Countess of Rutland To William Sidney , on his Birthday KEATS , JOHN . Born in London , 1796 ; died 1820 . Hyperion : " As heaven and earth are fairer " Hyperion ( Saturn , as he walked into ...
... Spring all the graces of the To the Countess of Rutland To William Sidney , on his Birthday KEATS , JOHN . Born in London , 1796 ; died 1820 . Hyperion : " As heaven and earth are fairer " Hyperion ( Saturn , as he walked into ...
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... spring visit the mouldering urn ! O when shall day dawn on the night of the grave ! JAMES BEATTIE . NATURE . How young and fresh am I to - night , To see't kept day by so much light , And twelve of my sons stand in their Maker's sight ...
... spring visit the mouldering urn ! O when shall day dawn on the night of the grave ! JAMES BEATTIE . NATURE . How young and fresh am I to - night , To see't kept day by so much light , And twelve of my sons stand in their Maker's sight ...
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... spring , Zephyr with Aurora playing , As he met her once a - Maying ; There on beds of violets blue , And fresh - blown roses washed in dew , Fill'd her with thee , a daughter fair , So buxom , blithe , and debonair . Haste thee , Nymph ...
... spring , Zephyr with Aurora playing , As he met her once a - Maying ; There on beds of violets blue , And fresh - blown roses washed in dew , Fill'd her with thee , a daughter fair , So buxom , blithe , and debonair . Haste thee , Nymph ...
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Página 207 - Which he did thrice refuse: was this ambition? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious, And, sure, he is an honorable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause: What cause withholds you then to mourn for him?
Página 177 - Nor man nor boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy ! Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Página 273 - 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...
Página 65 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Página 172 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of Mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious Truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous Shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
Página 172 - Let not ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure ; Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike the inevitable hour.
Página 175 - Now, while the Birds thus sing a joyous song, And while the young Lambs bound As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief: A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong. The Cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep: No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay ; Land and Sea Give themselves up to jollity, And with the heart of May...
Página 154 - gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave, doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth, And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow.
Página 162 - ning clamour in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes? Canst thou, O partial sleep ! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude; And in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king?
Página 171 - 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, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team afield...