 As I spoke, beneath my feet The ground-pine curled its pretty wreath, Running over the club-moss burrs ; I inhaled the violet's breath ; Around me stood the oaks and firs ; Pine-cones and acorns lay on the ground ; Over me soared the eternal sky, Full...  Works - Pàgina 505per Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1883Visualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1808 - 168 pàgines
...the violet's breath; Around me stood the oaks and firs ; Pine-cones and acorns lay on the ground; 45 Over me soared the eternal sky, Full of light and...morning bird ; — Beauty through my senses stole ; 50 I yielded myself to the perfect whole. FORERUNNERS. LONG I followed happy guides, I could never... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1842 - 638 pàgines
...breath ; Around me stood the oaks and firs : Pine-cones and acorns lay on the ground. Over me soar'd the eternal sky Full of light and of deity ; Again...stole, — I yielded myself, to the perfect whole. "GOOD-BYE, PROUD WORLD!" Goon-BTE, proud world ! I'm going home ; Thou art not my friend ; I am not... | |
 | Henry Clapp - 1846 - 238 pàgines
...firs; Pine cones and acorns lay on the ground ; Above me soared the eternal sky, Full of light and Deity ; Again I saw, again I heard The rolling river,...stole, I yielded myself to the perfect whole. THE DISMAL SWAMP. A friend informs us, says the Madisonian, that the recent fire in the Swamp has driven... | |
 | 1853 - 560 pàgines
...firs ; Pine cones and acorns lay on the ground ; Above me soared the eternal sky, Full of light and deity; Again I saw, again I heard, The rolling river,...senses stole, I yielded myself to the perfect whole. BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER. HENCE, all you vain delights, As short as are the nights Wherein you spend your... | |
 | 1864 - 428 pàgines
...Running over the club-moss burrs ; I inhaled the violet's breath ; Around me stood the oaks and furs ; Pine-cones and acorns lay on the ground ; Over me...senses stole — I yielded myself to the perfect whole. OOOD-BY, PROUD WORLD! r^.OOD-BY, proud world 1 I 'm going home : . Thou'rt not my friend, and I 'm... | |
 | John William Stanhope Hows - 1865 - 564 pàgines
...the virgin train she strayed ; Nor knew her beauty's best attire Was woven still by the snow white choir. At last she came to his hermitage, Like the...senses stole — I yielded myself to the perfect whole. TO THE HUMBLE-BEE. TjMNE humble-bee ! fine humble-bee ! Where thou art is clime for me ; Let them sail... | |
 | Frederick Saunders - 1866 - 412 pàgines
...over the club-moss burs ; I inhaled the violet's breath ; Around me stood the oaks and firs ; 3V I Pine-cones and acorns lay on the ground ; Over me...senses stole — I yielded myself to the perfect whole. His admired poem on the Rhodora commences thus : — In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes,... | |
 | R. C. J. - 1866 - 304 pàgines
...firs ; Pine-cones and acorns lay on the ground ; Above me soared the eternal sky, Full of light and deity. Again I saw, again I heard, The rolling river,...senses stole, I yielded myself to the perfect whole. M AN. ' RW EMERSON. MY God, I heard this day That none doth build a stately habitation But he that... | |
 | Charles Walton Sanders - 1862 - 610 pàgines
...behind with the games of youth." As I spoke, beneath my feet The ground-pine curled its pretty wreath, I inhaled the violet's breath; Around me stood the...senses stole— I yielded myself to the perfect WHOLE. EXERCISE CLXXVI. HOMER, the great father of epic poetry, was born, according to the best accounts,... | |
 | Asahel Clark Kendrick - 1871 - 484 pàgines
...lover watched his graceful maid As 'mid the virgin train she strayed; Nor knew her beauty's best attire Was woven still by the snow-white choir. At last she...senses stole — I yielded myself to the perfect whole. RALPH W. EMERSON. Qua Carsum Ventus. AS ships, becalmed at eve, that lay With canvas drooping, side... | |
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