Thoreau, the Poet-naturalist: With Memorial VersesC.E. Goodspeed, 1902 - 396 pages |
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Page 180 - You meaner beauties of the night That poorly satisfy our eyes, More by your number than your light; You common people of the skies, What are you when the moon shall rise?" . . " in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Page 75 - for device, a drooping cluster of potato-balls in a potato field?' "I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude, Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year." These glimpses at the life of the lover of Nature admonish us of the richness, the satisfactions in his
Page viii - The joyous birds shrouded in cheerful shade, Their notes unto the voice attempted sweet; Th ' angelical soft trembling voices made To th' instruments divine respondence meet. With the low murmurs of the water's fall; The water's fall with difference discreet. Now soft, now loud, unto the wind did call; The gentle warbling wind low answered to all,
Page 55 - Poets and Poesy," where he says:— "Next Marlowe, bathed in the Thespian springs, Had in him those brave translunary things That your first poets had: his raptures were All air and fire, which made his verses clear; For that fine madness still he did retain Which rightly should possess a poet's brain.
Page 213 - My mother bore me in the southern wild, And I am black, but, oh! my soul is white,— White as an angel is the English child, But I am black as if bereaved of light." For pure, nonsensical abstractions he had no taste.
Page 180 - Come, sleep! Oh, sleep! the certain knot of peace, The baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe, The poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release, The indifferent judge between the high and low." " You meaner beauties of the night That poorly satisfy our eyes, More by your number than your light; You common people of the skies, What are you when the moon shall rise?
Page 138 - we blest the sight,— We saw thee by thine own sweet light. She sings thy tears asleep, and dips Her kisses in thy weeping eye; She spreads the red leaves of thy lips, That in their buds yet blushing lie: She 'gainst those mother diamonds tries The points of her young eagle's eyes.
Page 262 - then he draws, And single fights forsaken virtue's cause: Sings still of ancient rights and better times, Seeks suffering good, arraigns successful crimes.' "And George Chapman: — "'There is no danger to a man who knows What life and death is; there's not any law Exceeds his knowledge.
Page 304 - O thou quick heart, which pantest to possess All that anticipation feigneth fair! Thou vainly curious mind which wouldest guess Whence thou didst come, and whither thou mayst go, And that which never yet was known would know." SHELLEY. "How seldom. Friend! a good great man inherits Honor or wealth, with all his worth and pains?
Page 340 - He was retired as noontide dew, Or fountain in a noon-day grove; And you must love him, ere to you He would seem worthy of your love. The outward shows of sky and earth, Of hill and valley, he has viewed;