PoemsJ. Munroe & Company, 1847 - 251 páginas |
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... roots , hemp , flax , apples , wool , and wood . Each of these landlords walked amidst his farm , Saying , ' Tis mine , my children's , and my name's : How sweet the west wind sounds in my own trees ! How graceful climb those shadows on ...
... roots , hemp , flax , apples , wool , and wood . Each of these landlords walked amidst his farm , Saying , ' Tis mine , my children's , and my name's : How sweet the west wind sounds in my own trees ! How graceful climb those shadows on ...
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... it still is clear ; Or east , it smells like a clover - farm ; Or west , no thunder fear . The musing peasant lowly great Beside the forest water sate ; The rope - like pine roots crosswise grown Composed the 72 WOODNOTES .
... it still is clear ; Or east , it smells like a clover - farm ; Or west , no thunder fear . The musing peasant lowly great Beside the forest water sate ; The rope - like pine roots crosswise grown Composed the 72 WOODNOTES .
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Ralph Waldo Emerson. The rope - like pine roots crosswise grown Composed the network of his throne ; The wide lake , edged with sand and grass , Was burnished to a floor of glass , Painted with shadows green and proud Of the tree and of ...
Ralph Waldo Emerson. The rope - like pine roots crosswise grown Composed the network of his throne ; The wide lake , edged with sand and grass , Was burnished to a floor of glass , Painted with shadows green and proud Of the tree and of ...
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Ralph Waldo Emerson. Genius with my boughs shall flourish , Want and cold our roots shall nourish . Who liveth by the ragged pine Foundeth a heroic line ; Who liveth in the palace hall Waneth fast and spendeth all . He goes to my savage ...
Ralph Waldo Emerson. Genius with my boughs shall flourish , Want and cold our roots shall nourish . Who liveth by the ragged pine Foundeth a heroic line ; Who liveth in the palace hall Waneth fast and spendeth all . He goes to my savage ...
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... colossal talisman Kindly to creature , blood , and kind , And speechless to the master's mind ? I thought to find the patriots In whom the stock of freedom roots : To myself I oft recount The tale of many a 98 MONADNOC .
... colossal talisman Kindly to creature , blood , and kind , And speechless to the master's mind ? I thought to find the patriots In whom the stock of freedom roots : To myself I oft recount The tale of many a 98 MONADNOC .
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agrimony amulets astronomy bard beauty bird blessed blood boughs breeze brook Canst child churl cloud Cossack Dæmon dear deep delight divine doth draw earth eternal eyebeam Fakirs fall Fate feet flame flowers forest forest fall forever genius German glow gods GOETHE grace Hafiz hast hath Hearken heaven Heed hill Houris JAMES MUNROE JEAN PAUL RICHTER Jove juice land leaves light lore lover maid melt mind morning mountain Muse Nature Nature's never o'er pale Pentecost pine pine-tree plant Pleiads POEMS poet Price 50 cents pulse race rhyme rose round Saadi SAMUEL OSGOOD scorn secret seek shadow shines sings song soul sphere Sphinx star sunbeam sweet thee thine eye things thou thou shalt thought throbbing thrush thy heart Translated tree Twill unto Uriel volume wave wild wind wise wood
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Página 250 - 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.
Página 72 - The timid it concerns to ask their way, And fear what foe in caves and swamps can stray, To make no step until the event is known, And ills to come as evils past bemoan. Not so the wise ; no coward watch he keeps To spy what danger on his pathway creeps ; Go where he will, the wise man is at home, His hearth the earth, — his hall the azure dome ; Where his clear spirit leads him, there's his road, By God's own light illumined and foreshowed.
Página 141 - T is a brave master; Let it have scope: Follow it utterly, Hope beyond hope: High and more high It dives into noon, With wing unspent, Untold intent; But it is a god, Knows its own path And the outlets of the sky. It was never for the mean; It requireth courage stout. Souls above doubt, Valor unbending, It will reward,-- They shall return More than they were, And ever ascending.
Página 12 - In stings of remorse. Have I a lover Who is noble and free ? — I would he were nobler Than to love me. " Eterne alternation Now follows, now flies ; And under pain, pleasure, — Under pleasure, pain lies. ;/ *••< Love works at the centre, Heart-heaving alway ; Forth speed the strong pulses To the borders of day. " Dull Sphinx, Jove keep thy five wits ; Thy sight is growing blear; Rue, myrrh and cummin for the Sphinx, __~- Her muddy eyes to clear...
Página 53 - Where are these men ? Asleep beneath their grounds And strangers, fond as they, their furrows plough. Earth laughs in flowers, to see her boastful boys Earth-proud, proud of the earth which is not theirs ; Who steer the plough, but cannot steer their feet Clear of the grave.
Página 138 - Olympian bards who sung Divine ideas below, Which always find us young, And always keep us so.
Página 29 - Or by knowledge grown too bright To hit the nerve of feebler sight. Straightway, a forgetting wind Stole over the celestial kind, And their lips the secret kept, If in ashes the fire-seed slept. But now and then, truth-speaking things Shamed the angels...
Página 120 - And ride mankind. There are two laws discrete, Not reconciled — Law for man, and law for thing; The last builds town and fleet, But it runs wild, And doth the man unking.
Página 121 - Let man serve law for man; Live for friendship, live for love, For truth's and harmony's behoof; The state may follow how it can, As Olympus follows Jove.
Página 59 - Spreading its leafless blooms in a damp nook, To please the desert and the sluggish brook. The purple petals, fallen in the pool, Made the black water with their beauty gay; Here might the red-bird come his plumes to cool, And court the flower that cheapens his array. Rhodora! if the sages ask thee why This charm is wasted on the earth and sky, Tell them, dear, that if eyes were made for seeing, Then Beauty is its own excuse for being: Why thou wert there, 0 rival of the rose!