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" And brier-roses, dwelt among; All beside was unknown waste, All was picture as he passed. Wiser far than human seer, Yellow-breeched philosopher ! Seeing only what is fair, Sipping only what is sweet, Thou dost mock at fate and care, Leave the chaff,... "
Complete Works - 41. oldal
szerző: Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1883
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Select Essays and Poems

Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1808 - 168 oldal
...philosopher! Seeing only what is fair, Sipping only what is sweet, 55 Thou dost mock at fate and care, Leave the chaff, and take the wheat. When the fierce...land so far and fast, Thou already slumberest deep; 60 Woe and want thou canst outsleep; Want and woe, which torture us, Thy sleep makes ridiculous. FORBEARANCE....

The Poets and Poetry of America: With an Historical Introduction

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1842 - 638 oldal
...what is swoet Thou dost mock at fate and care, Leave the chaff and take the wheat. When the fieree north-western blast Cools sea and land so far and fast, — Thou already slumberest deep, Wo and want thou canst outeleep ; Want and wo which torture us, Thy sleep makes ridiculous. THE RHODORA....

The Poets and Poetry of America

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1843 - 558 oldal
...philosopher, Seeing only what is fair, Sipping only what is sweet Thou dost mock at fate and care, Leave the chaff and take the wheat. When the fierce...so far and fast, — Thou already slumberest deep, Wo and want thou canst outsleep ; Want and wo which torture us, Thy sleep makes ridiculous. THE RHODORA....

Poems

Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1847 - 264 oldal
...philosopher ! Seeing only what is fair, Sipping only what is sweet, Thou dost mock at fate and care, Leave the chaff, and take the wheat. When the fierce...ridiculous. BERRYING. ' MAY be true what I had heard, — Earth 'sa howling wilderness, Truculent with fraud and force,' Said I, strolling through the pastures,...

The North American Review, 64. kötet

Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - 1847 - 560 oldal
...he can see a Seeing only what is fair, Sipping only what is sweet, Thou dost mock at fate and care, Leave the chaff, and take the wheat. When the fierce...woe, which torture us, Thy sleep makes ridiculous." |se of meaning in them. But if unlearned or forgetful, aference, no direct statement, no charitable...

Poems

Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1847 - 244 oldal
...philosopher! Seeing only what is fair, Sipping only what is sweet, Thou dost mock at fate and care, Leave the chaff and take the wheat. When the fierce...so far and fast, Thou already slumberest deep,— Wo and want thou canst out-sleep,— Want and wo which torture us, Thy sleep makes ridiculous. BERRYING....

The Living Authors of America: 1st ser

Thomas Powell - 1850 - 384 oldal
...philosopher, Seeing only what is fair, Sipping only what is sweet, Thou dost mock at fate and care, Leave the chaff, and take the wheat ; When the fierce...woe, which torture us, Thy sleep makes ridiculous." the fancy ; but, nevertheless, this will always bo considered a gem of delightful composition. We must...

The Living Authors of America: 1st ser

Thomas Powell - 1850 - 380 oldal
...philosopher, Seeing only what is fair, Sipping only what is sweet, Thou dost mock at fate and care, Leave the chaff, and take the wheat ; When the fierce...woe, which torture us, Thy sleep makes ridiculous." This quotation, somewhat too long for our plan, we really had not the heart to shorten. It is a fine...

The Poets and Poetry of America: To the Middle of the Nineteenth Century

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1852 - 588 oldal
...philosopher, Seeing only what is fair, Sipping only what is sweet Thou dost mock at fate and care, Leave the chaff and take the wheat. When the fierce...so far and fast, — Thou already slumberest deep, Wo and want thou canst outsleep ; Want and wo which torture us, Thy sleep makes ridiculous. THE RHODORA....

Beautiful poetry, selected by the ed. of The Critic, 1. kötet

Beautiful poetry - 1853 - 740 oldal
...philosopher! Seeing only what is fair, Sipping only what is sweet, Thou dost uiock at fate and care, Leave the chaff and take the wheat. When the fierce...woe, which torture us, Thy sleep makes ridiculous. TO MY LOVE. SHAKSPERE'S Sonnets are seldom read, but they abound in truest poetry. Perhaps it is that...




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