THINK me not unkind and rude, That I walk alone in grove and glen; I go to the god of the wood To fetch his word to men. Tax not my sloth that I Fold my arms beside the brook; Each cloud that floated in the sky Writes a letter in my book. Chide me not,... The Complete Works of Ralph Waldo Emerson: Poems - Página 119de Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1918Visualização completa - Sobre este livro
| Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1847 - 264 páginas
...and rude That I walk alone in grove and glen; I go to the god of the wood To fetch his word to men. Tax not my sloth that I Fold my arms beside the brook...loaded with a thought. There was never mystery But 'tis figured in the flowers ; Was never secret history But birds tell it in the bowers. One harvest... | |
| Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1847 - 244 páginas
...and rude, That I walk alone in grove and glen; I go to the god of the wood To fetch his word to men. Tax not my sloth that I Fold my arms beside the brook;...loaded with a thought. There was never mystery, But 'tis figured in the flowers, Was never secret history, But birds tell it in the bowers. One harvest... | |
| 1847 - 886 páginas
...rude, That I walk aloue in grove and glen ; I go to the god of the wood To fetch his word to men. ' Tax not my sloth, that I Fold my arms beside the brook ; Each cloud that floateth in the sky Write* a letter in my book. ' Chide me not, laborious band, For the idle flow'rs... | |
| Caroline Howard Gilman - 1848 - 320 páginas
...Trees, from the Cedar-tree that is in Lebanon, even unto the hyssop that springeth out of the wall." Chide me not, laborious band, For the idle flowers...aster in my hand Goes home loaded with a thought. RW EMERSON. Your voiceless lips, oh flowers, are living preachers, Each cup a pulpit, and each leaf... | |
| Thomas Powell - 1850 - 384 páginas
...bard Must strike the chords rudely and hard, As with hammer, or with mace, That they may render back. Chide me not, laborious band, For the idle flowers...loaded with a thought. There was never mystery, But 'tis figured in the flowers ; Was never secret history, But birds told it in the bowers. The harvest... | |
| Thomas Powell - 1850 - 382 páginas
...bard Must strike the chords rudely and hard, As with hammer, or with mace, That they may render back. Chide me not, laborious band, For the idle flowers...loaded with a thought. There was never mystery, But 'tis figured in the flowers ; Was never secret history, But birds told it in the bowers. The harvest... | |
| George William Curtis - 1852 - 220 páginas
...§00L BT GKEOEGKE WILLIAM CUBTIS, mi A," BTC. ETc. " There 's rosemary—that 's for remembranoe." " Tax not my sloth, that I Fold my arms beside the brook; Each cloud that floated in the aky Writes a letter in my book. Ohide me not, laborious band, For the idle flowers I brought— Every... | |
| Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1855 - 690 páginas
...I Fold my arms beside the brook £ach cloud that floated in the skj Writes a letter in my bi>ok. " Chide me not, laborious band, For the idle flowers...loaded with a thought "There was never mystery But Ч is figured iu the flowers; Was never secret history But birds t«ll it in the bowers. " One harvest... | |
| Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - 1855 - 610 páginas
...industry, and bearing sueh rare fruit As wealth may never purehase. itrs. Sigourney's Poeme. Qiide me not, laborious band. For the idle flowers I brought; Every aster in my hand Goee home loaded with a thought. Ralph Waldo Emerson. Work for some good, be it ever so slowly ; Cherish... | |
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