 I'm fixed. A nosegay which Time clutched from out Those fair Elysian fields, With weeds and broken stems, in haste, Doth make the rabble rout That waste The day he yields. And here I bloom for a short hour unseen, Drinking my juices up, With no root in...  A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers - Page 409by Henry David Thoreau - 1873 - 415 pagesFull view - About this book
 | Margaret Fuller, Ralph Waldo Emerson, George Ripley - 1842 - 642 pages
...Those fair Elysian fields, With weeds and broken stems, in haste, Doth make the rabble rout That waste The day he yields. And here I bloom for a short hour...children will not know Till time has withered them, The wo With which they 're rife. VOL. II. NO. I. 11 But now I see I was not plucked for nought, And after... | |
 | William Ellery Channing - 1873 - 388 pages
...my sight. But be the favoring gale That bears me on, And still doth fill my sail When thou art gone. Some tender buds were left upon my stem. In mimicry of life. Some tumultuous little rill, Purling round its storied pebble. Conscience is instinct bred in the house.... | |
 | Henry David Thoreau - 1893 - 560 pages
...in baste, Doth make the rabble rout That waste The day he yields. And here I bloom for a short boor unseen, Drinking my juices up, With no root in the...has withered them, The woe With which they 're rife. Bnt now I see I was not plucked for naught, And after in life's vase FRIDAY 60T Of glass set while... | |
 | Henry David Thoreau - 1893 - 560 pages
...Those fair Elysian fields, With weeds and broken stems, in haste, Doth make the rabble rout That waste The day he yields. And here I bloom for a short hour...land To keep my branches green, But stand In a bare cap. Some tender buds were left upon my stem In mimicry of life, But ah ! the children will not know,... | |
 | Henry David Thoreau - 1893 - 562 pages
...out Those fair Klysian fields, With weeds and broken stems, in 1 Doth make the rabble rout That waste The day he yields. And here I bloom for a short hour Drinking my juices up, With no root In the land To keep my branches green, But stand In a bare oup.... | |
 | Henry David Thoreau - 1906 - 510 pages
...Those fair Elysian fields, With weeds and broken stems, in haste, Doth make the rabble rout That waste The day he yields. And here I bloom for a short hour...withered them, The woe With which they 're rife. But now tun I was not plucked for naught, And alter in life's vase Of glass set while I might survive, But... | |
 | 1919 - 966 pages
...fair Elysian fields, With weeds and broken stems, in haste, '5 Doth make the rabble rout That waste With the twinkle of its candle Lighting up the brakes and bushes, And he 20 With no root in the land To keep my branches green, But stand In a bare cup. Some tender buds were... | |
 | Fred Lewis Pattee - 1926 - 1162 pages
...fair Elysian fields, With weeds and broken stems, in haste, '5 Doth make the rabble rout That waste The day he yields. And here I bloom for a short hour...bare cup. Some tender buds were left upon my stem 2 5 In mimicry of life, But ah! the children will not know Till time has withered them, The woe With... | |
 | Robert Shafer - 1926 - 1410 pages
...Those fair Elysian fields, With weeds and broken stems, in haste, Doth make the rabble rout That waste owed, ao With no root in the land To keep my branches green, But stand In a bare cup. Some tender buds were... | |
 | Fred Lewis Pattee - 1926 - 1160 pages
...green, But stand In a bare cup. Some tender buds were left upon my stem *5 In mimicry of life, But ahl the children will not know Till time has withered them, The woe With which they're rife. 3ยป But now I see I was not plucked for nought, And after in life's vase Of glass set... | |
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