Modern Classics, Том 5Houghton Mifflin, 1876 |
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... Nature . EMERSON . Love , Friendship , Domestic Life . EMERSOX . Success , Greatness , Immortality . 4. Snow - Bound . The Tent on the Beach . Favorite Poems . 3. The Vision of Sir Launfal . The Cathedral . Favorite Poems . WHITTIER ...
... Nature . EMERSON . Love , Friendship , Domestic Life . EMERSOX . Success , Greatness , Immortality . 4. Snow - Bound . The Tent on the Beach . Favorite Poems . 3. The Vision of Sir Launfal . The Cathedral . Favorite Poems . WHITTIER ...
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... heart in her dumb breast flut- ters and sings ; He sings to the wide world , and she to her nest , - In the nice ear of Nature which song is the best ? Now is the high - tide of the year , 20 THE VISION OF SIR LAUNFAL .
... heart in her dumb breast flut- ters and sings ; He sings to the wide world , and she to her nest , - In the nice ear of Nature which song is the best ? Now is the high - tide of the year , 20 THE VISION OF SIR LAUNFAL .
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... , And midway its leap his heart stood still Like a frozen waterfall ; For this man , so foul and bent of stature , Rasped harshly against his dainty nature , And seemed the one blot on the summer morn , THE VISION OF SIR LAUNFAL . 35.
... , And midway its leap his heart stood still Like a frozen waterfall ; For this man , so foul and bent of stature , Rasped harshly against his dainty nature , And seemed the one blot on the summer morn , THE VISION OF SIR LAUNFAL . 35.
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... Nature's wont , Who , safe in uncontaminate reserve , Lets us mistake our longing for her love , And mocks with various echo of ourselves . These first sweet frauds upon our conscious- ness , That blend the sensual with its imaged world ...
... Nature's wont , Who , safe in uncontaminate reserve , Lets us mistake our longing for her love , And mocks with various echo of ourselves . These first sweet frauds upon our conscious- ness , That blend the sensual with its imaged world ...
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... Nature by the joy in her That doubtfully revealed me to myself . Thenceforward I must stand outside the gate ; And paradise was paradise the more , Known once and barred against satiety . What we call Nature , all outside ourselves , Is ...
... Nature by the joy in her That doubtfully revealed me to myself . Thenceforward I must stand outside the gate ; And paradise was paradise the more , Known once and barred against satiety . What we call Nature , all outside ourselves , Is ...
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agin ain't airth Ambrose Auf Wiedersehen beautiful BEAVER BROOK bells bird blessed blood brain brave breath brook CHANGELING child Christmas Carol climb climes creed dare dark dear deep divine door doth doubt dream Dreamland dumb earth Essay eyes faith Fancy Fate Favorite Poems feel feet felt fire gleam God's gold Goth grace grave gray half happy hath hear heart heaven Hesper Holy Grail JULY 21 KING ADMETUS knees knew leap leper life's lift light lives look manhood memory mind morn mused Nature neath never night o'er once Ovid passion poor Robinson he Sez round saint sech seemed sense shadow shining silence sing Sir Launfal skies snow song soul stars stood a spell summer sunshine sweet syllogism tears thee thet things thou thought tower tree VISION OF SIR Wiedersehen wind wonder Yussouf
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