ParnassusRalph Waldo Emerson J. R. Osgood, 1875 - 534 pages |
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... turned to Mourning Lament of Mary Queen of Scots on the Approach of Spring . Charles Wolfe 466 Scott . 461 Wordsworth . 471 Tennyson 457 Wordsworth . 475 Herrick 461 Coleridge ( Trans . ) 459 Collins 460 Anonymous 463 Shakspeare 461 ...
... turned to Mourning Lament of Mary Queen of Scots on the Approach of Spring . Charles Wolfe 466 Scott . 461 Wordsworth . 471 Tennyson 457 Wordsworth . 475 Herrick 461 Coleridge ( Trans . ) 459 Collins 460 Anonymous 463 Shakspeare 461 ...
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... turned to Mourn ing Litany to the Holy Spirit Matins 467 • Night Piece to Julia Not Every Day fit for Verse Ode to Ben Jonson Prayer to Ben Jonson Poetry of Dress died 1754 . Braes of Yarrow HARTE , BRET . Star Song 412 The Primrose The ...
... turned to Mourn ing Litany to the Holy Spirit Matins 467 • Night Piece to Julia Not Every Day fit for Verse Ode to Ben Jonson Prayer to Ben Jonson Poetry of Dress died 1754 . Braes of Yarrow HARTE , BRET . Star Song 412 The Primrose The ...
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... unaccounta- bly left unaccomplished ) , Leaving the well - known bridge and pathway above to the forest , Turning below from the track of the carts over stone and shingle , Piercing a wood , and skirting a narrow and natural 20 PARNASSUS .
... unaccounta- bly left unaccomplished ) , Leaving the well - known bridge and pathway above to the forest , Turning below from the track of the carts over stone and shingle , Piercing a wood , and skirting a narrow and natural 20 PARNASSUS .
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... Turned from the track of the carts , and passing the stone and shingle , Piercing the wood , and skirting the stream by the natural cause- way , Rounded the craggy point , and now at their ease looked up ; and Lo , on the rocky ledge ...
... Turned from the track of the carts , and passing the stone and shingle , Piercing the wood , and skirting the stream by the natural cause- way , Rounded the craggy point , and now at their ease looked up ; and Lo , on the rocky ledge ...
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... turned its green leaves red , Its sweetened berries will thy palate suit , And thou mayst find e'en there a homely bread . Upon the hills of Salem scattered wide , Their yellow blossoms gain the eye in spring ; And , straggling e'en ...
... turned its green leaves red , Its sweetened berries will thy palate suit , And thou mayst find e'en there a homely bread . Upon the hills of Salem scattered wide , Their yellow blossoms gain the eye in spring ; And , straggling e'en ...
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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...