Emerson as a PoetM. L. Holbrook & Company, 1883 - 134 páginas |
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... round the world and through the centuries ; and notably that rich , that prodigal , luxurious , quintessential attar which flows from the realm of the rising sun . What Goethe says of the Spanish poet Calderon ( I quote Lord Houghton's ...
... round the world and through the centuries ; and notably that rich , that prodigal , luxurious , quintessential attar which flows from the realm of the rising sun . What Goethe says of the Spanish poet Calderon ( I quote Lord Houghton's ...
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... Like the volcano's tongue of flame , Up from the burning core below , ― The canticles of love and woe ; The hand that rounded Peter's dome And groined the aisles of Christian Rome , Wrought in a sad sincerity ; Himself from God he 34.
... Like the volcano's tongue of flame , Up from the burning core below , ― The canticles of love and woe ; The hand that rounded Peter's dome And groined the aisles of Christian Rome , Wrought in a sad sincerity ; Himself from God he 34.
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... rounded and melodized them . " It is the art of Emerson to load and overload his words with the most urgent stress of ... round them , No plummet sound them , They hem the observer like bright steel - wrought bars , And limpid as the sun ...
... rounded and melodized them . " It is the art of Emerson to load and overload his words with the most urgent stress of ... round them , No plummet sound them , They hem the observer like bright steel - wrought bars , And limpid as the sun ...
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... round wind- harp tones , lines so tense and resonant , and blown upon by a breeze from the highest heaven of thought . " And he quotes Rossetti , who says : " He is a Druid who wanders among the bards and strikes the harp with even more ...
... round wind- harp tones , lines so tense and resonant , and blown upon by a breeze from the highest heaven of thought . " And he quotes Rossetti , who says : " He is a Druid who wanders among the bards and strikes the harp with even more ...
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... round the crystal coast , Could stoop to heal that only child , Nature's sweet marvel undefiled , And keep the blossom of the earth , Which all her harvests were not worth ? -Threnody . Need we ask for more transparency than these lines ...
... round the crystal coast , Could stoop to heal that only child , Nature's sweet marvel undefiled , And keep the blossom of the earth , Which all her harvests were not worth ? -Threnody . Need we ask for more transparency than these lines ...
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Página 66 - 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, O rival of the rose ! I never thought to ask, I never knew ; But, in my simple ignorance, suppose The self-same Power that brought me there brought you.
Página 60 - Olympian bards who sung Divine ideas below, Which always find us young, And always keep us so.
Página 26 - Merlin's mighty line Extremes of nature reconciled, Bereaved a tyrant of his will, And made the lion mild. Songs can the tempest still, Scattered on the stormy air, Mould the year to fair increase. And bring in poetic peace. He shall not seek to weave, In weak, unhappy times, Efficacious rhymes ; Wait his returning strength. Bird that from the nadir's floor To the zenith's top can soar, — The soaring orbit of the muse exceeds that journey's length.
Página 84 - Guest of million painted forms, Which in turn thy glory warms! The frailest leaf, the mossy bark, The acorn's cup, the raindrop's arc, The swinging spider's silver line, The ruby of the drop of wine, The shining pebble of the pond, Thou inscribest with a bond, In thy momentary play, Would bankrupt nature to repay.
Página 40 - I hung my verses in the wind, Time and tide their faults may find. All were winnowed through and through, Five lines lasted sound and true; Five were smelted in a pot Than the South more fierce and hot; These the siroc could not melt, Fire their fiercer flaming felt, And the meaning was more white Than July's meridian light. Sunshine cannot bleach the snow, Nor time unmake what poets know. Have you eyes to find the five Which five hundred did survive?
Página 87 - His hearers could not cough, or look aside from him, without loss. He commanded where he spoke ; and had his judges angry and pleased at his devotion. No man had their affections more in his power. The fear of every man that heard him was, lest he should make an end.
Página 87 - Yet there happened in my time one noble speaker, who was full of gravity in his speaking. His language (where he could spare or pass by a jest) was nobly censorious. No man ever spake more neatly, more pressly, more weightily, or suffered less emptiness, less idleness, in what he uttered.
Página 79 - Who'll tell me my secret, The ages have kept? — I awaited the seer While they slumbered and slept...
Página 36 - 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.
Página 34 - Not from a vain or shallow thought His awful Jove young Phidias brought; Never from lips of cunning fell The thrilling Delphic oracle ; but 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...