 And now in age I bud again, After so many deaths I live and write; I once more smell the dew and rain, And relish versing: O my only light, It cannot be That I am he, On whom thy tempests fell all night.  Works - Page 488by Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1883Full view - About this book
 | Luci Shaw - 2000 - 272 pages
...Margaret, with perfect sensitivity, has left on the night table a book open at a poem by George Herbert: And now in age I bud again, After so many deaths I...once more smell the dew and rain, And relish versing. O my only Light It cannot be That I am (sjhe On whom thy tempests fell all night! vv" Monday morning... | |
 | Ramie Targoff - 2001 - 177 pages
...description of the speaker's unexpected recovery that returns us to the tone of the poem's opening lines: And now in age I bud again, After so many deaths I...once more smell the dew and rain, And relish versing: O my onely light, It cannot be That I am he On whom thy tempests fell all night, (lines 36—42) The... | |
 | Robert Faggen - 2001 - 308 pages
...into a single phenomenon: the influx and efflux of God's divinity. Herbert writes later in the poem: "And now in age I bud again,/ After so many deaths...more smell the dew and rain,/ And relish versing." In such poems as "A Prayer in Spring" and "To the Thawing Wind" Frost seems to follow Herbert, though... | |
 | Richard H. Schmidt - 2002 - 364 pages
...when they have blown; Where they together All the hard weather, Dead to the world, keep house unknown. And now in age I bud again, After so many deaths I...once more smell the dew and rain, And relish versing: Oh my only light It cannot be That I am he On whom thy tempests fell all night. These are thy wonders.... | |
 | 2002 - 264 pages
...again.' And George Herbert, surfacing once more. We need not share his faith to appreciate his joy: And now in age I bud again, After so many deaths I...once more smell the dew and rain, And relish versing. First and Last Things Richard Hoggart is the author of numerous books, including The Uses of Literacy.,... | |
 | Susan Wise Bauer - 2003 - 444 pages
...chiming of a passing-bell. We say amiss This or that is: Thy word is all, if we could spell. . . . And now in age I bud again, After so many deaths I...once more smell the dew and rain, And relish versing. . . . — From "The Flower," by George Herbert depression: an area lower than the surrounding surface... | |
 | Robert Blaisdell - 2003 - 116 pages
...is not the zone Where all things burn, When thou dost turu, And the least frown of thine is shown? And now in age I bud again; After so many deaths I...once more smell the dew and rain, And relish versing. O my only light, It cannot be That I am he, On whom thy tempests fell all night! These are thy wonders,... | |
 | Nino Gimigliano - 2003 - 292 pages
...ideale di pace e di bontà, nel quale l'anima finirà per placarsi, affrontando serenamente la morte». «And now in age I bud again After so many deaths...once more smell the dew and rain And relish versing: O my only light, It cannot be That I am he On whom thy tempests fell all night». Herbert* Ed ormai... | |
 | William Nicholson - 2004 - 68 pages
...can even remember the odd line. ALICE. Can you? Give me the odd line. (Edward searches his memory.) "And now in age I bud again ... After so many deaths,...and write I once more smell the dew and rain ... And — and — " (That's as far as he can get. Alice finishes it for him.) ALICE. "And relish versing... | |
 | 2005 - 334 pages
...pole is not the zone Where all things burn When thou dost turn, And the least frown of thine is shown? And now in age I bud again, After so many deaths I...once more smell the dew and rain, And relish versing. Oh, my only light, It cannot be That I arn he On whom thy tempests fell all night. These are thy wonders,... | |
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