ParnassusRalph Waldo Emerson J. R. Osgood, 1875 - 534页 |
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... brings its own language , and that is always musical . It may or may not have rhyme or a fixed metre ; but it will always have its special music or tone . Whatever lan- guage the bard uses , the secret of tone is at the heart of the ...
... brings its own language , and that is always musical . It may or may not have rhyme or a fixed metre ; but it will always have its special music or tone . Whatever lan- guage the bard uses , the secret of tone is at the heart of the ...
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... bring in a chosen company , Like that the noblest of our beaute- ous maids Might lead , — unequalled Margaret , herself The summary of good for all our state ; Composedly thoughtful , genial , yet reserved , Pure as the wells that dot ...
... bring in a chosen company , Like that the noblest of our beaute- ous maids Might lead , — unequalled Margaret , herself The summary of good for all our state ; Composedly thoughtful , genial , yet reserved , Pure as the wells that dot ...
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... bring forth ? How comes it winter is so quite forced hence And locked up under ground ? That every sense Hath several objects , trees have got their heads , The fields their coats , that now the shining meads Do boast the paunce , the ...
... bring forth ? How comes it winter is so quite forced hence And locked up under ground ? That every sense Hath several objects , trees have got their heads , The fields their coats , that now the shining meads Do boast the paunce , the ...
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... bring rough pepper home ; Nor to the Eastern Ind dost rove To bring from thence the scorched clove ; Nor , with the loss of thy loved rest , Bring'st home the ingot from the west : No , thy ambitious masterpiece Flies no thought higher ...
... bring rough pepper home ; Nor to the Eastern Ind dost rove To bring from thence the scorched clove ; Nor , with the loss of thy loved rest , Bring'st home the ingot from the west : No , thy ambitious masterpiece Flies no thought higher ...
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第468页 - 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.
第271页 - 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...
第28页 - 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...
第102页 - 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.
第174页 - 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...
第126页 - 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!
第171页 - 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.
第127页 - 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!
第4页 - 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.
第169页 - 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...