The Genius and Character of Emerson: Lectures at the Concord School of PhilosophyJames R. Osgood, 1884 - 447 páginas |
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Alcott American Aristotle beauty better Boston Brahma c'est called Carlyle character Christ Christian Church Concord Dæmon delight divine doctrine Emer England English essay eternal ethical eyes F. B. SANBORN faith Father feeling force freedom genius give Goethe HARRISON G. O. BLAKE hear heard heart heaven human idea ideal immortality individual inspiration intellect Jesus JULIA WARD JULIAN HAWTHORNE Kant l'homme lecture literature live Margaret Fuller Matthew Arnold mind moral sentiment nation Nature never passage Peabody Philosophy Plato Plutarch poem poet poëte poetic poetry prayer preach preacher prose pulpit Puritan qu'il race relation religion religious Sartor Resartus says Emerson seems sense Shakspeare social soul speak spirit stars sublime thee Theodore Parker things thou thought tion tout Transcendentalist true truth universe utter verse virtue voice words worship youth
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Página 374 - 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. 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.
Página 207 - Gales from blooming Eden bear; And distant warblings lessen on my ear, That lost in long futurity expire. Fond impious Man, think'st thou, yon sanguine cloud, Raised by thy breath, has quenched the Orb of day? To-morrow he repairs the golden flood, And warms the nations with redoubled ray. Enough for me: With joy I see The different doom our Fates assign. Be thine Despair, and sceptered Care, To triumph, and to die, are mine.
Página 206 - On a rock, whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood. Robed in the sable garb of woe. With haggard eyes the poet stood; (Loose his beard, and hoary hair Streamed, like a meteor, to the troubled air), And with a master's hand, and prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre.
Página 313 - I ask not for the great, the remote, the romantic, what is doing in Italy or Arabia, what is Greek art or Provencal minstrelsy; I embrace the common; I explore and sit at the feet of the familiar, the low.
Página 182 - The leaf was darkish, and had prickles on it, But in another country, as he said, Bore a bright golden flower...
Página 359 - Build therefore your own world. As fast as you conform your life to the pure idea in your mind, that will unfold its great proportions. A correspondent revolution in things will attend the influx of the spirit.
Página 344 - But there is no need of specifying particulars in this class of uses. The catalogue is endless, and the examples so obvious, that I shall leave them to the reader's reflection, with the general remark, that this mercenary benefit is one which has respect to a farther good. A man is fed, not that he may be fed, but that he may work.
Página 207 - King ! their hundred arms they wave, Revenge on thee in hoarser murmurs breathe ; Vocal no more since Cambria's fatal day, To high-born Hoel's harp, or soft Llewellyn's lay.
Página 117 - O, when I am safe in my sylvan home, I tread on the pride of Greece and Rome; And when I am stretched beneath the pines, Where the evening star so holy shines, I laugh at the lore and the pride of man, At the sophist schools and the learned clan ; For what are they all, in their high conceit, When man in the bush with God may meet?
Página 207 - Far, far aloof the affrighted ravens sail ; The famish'd eagle screams, and passes by. Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm...