The Works of Ralph Waldo Emerson ... Fireside Edition, 9. kötet |
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Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
Asmodean bard beauty Behold beneath bird blood breath bring cheer child churls cloud Concord River Count your change Dædalus Dæmon dark Dervish doth dream earth Emerson Eolian eternal eyes Fate fear feet fire Fires gardens flame flowers forest freedom strike garden genius glow gods grace hand hast hath hear heart heaven hide hills Jove lake land leaves light live lover maid mighty Heart mind moon morning mould mountain Muse Nature Nature's never night numbers o'er pine plant poet polar night race rhyme rock rose round royal sails Saadi sail scorn secret shine sings skies sleep smile snow song sons of intellect soul sphere Spring stars stream sweet thee thine things thou thought TITMOUSE tongue town trees twilight sad voice walked wave wind wine wings wise wood youth
Népszerű szakaszok
171. oldal - They reckon ill who leave me out; When me they fly, I am the wings; I am the doubter and the doubt, And I the hymn the Brahmin sings. The strong gods pine for my abode, And pine in vain the sacred Seven; But thou, meek lover of the good! Find me, and turn thy back on heaven.
16. oldal - The hand that rounded Peter's dome, And groined the aisles of Christian Rome, Wrought in a sad sincerity ; Himself from God he could not free; He builded better than he knew ; — The conscious stone to beauty grew.
170. oldal - IF the red slayer think he slays, Or if the slain think he is slain, They know not well the subtle ways I keep, and pass, and turn again. Far or forgot to me is near ; Shadow and sunlight are the same ; The vanished gods to me appear; And one to me are shame and fame.
14. oldal - Of thee from the hill-top looking down; The heifer that lows in the upland farm...
174. oldal - THE word of the Lord by night To the watching Pilgrims came, As they sat by the seaside, And filled their hearts with flame. God said, I am tired of kings, I suffer them no more ; Up to my ear the morning brings The outrage of the poor.
39. oldal - IN May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes, I found the fresh Rhodora in the woods, 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.
139. oldal - 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.
243. oldal - Though love repine, and reason chafe, There came a voice without reply, — "Tis man's perdition to be safe, When for the truth he ought to die.
71. oldal - The mountain and the squirrel Had a quarrel, And the former called the latter 'Little Prig; Bun replied, 'You are doubtless very big; But all sorts of things and weather Must be taken in together, To make up a year And a sphere. And I think it no disgrace To occupy my place. If I'm not so large as you, You are not so small as I, And not half so spry. I'll not deny you make A very pretty squirrel track; Talents differ; all is well and wisely put; If I cannot carry forests on my back, Neither can you...
39. oldal - 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 selfsame Power that brought me there brought you.