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" As I spoke, beneath my feet The ground-pine curled its pretty wreath, Running over the club-moss burrs ; I inhaled the violet's breath ; Around me stood the oaks and firs ; Pine-cones and acorns lay on the ground ; Over me soared the eternal sky, Full... "
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by Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1883
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The English Novel and the Principle of Its Development

Sidney Lanier - 1883 - 312 pages
...the club-moss burs; I inhaled the violet's breath ; Around me stood the oaks and firs ; Pine cones and acorns lay on the ground ; Over me soared the...senses stole, I yielded myself to the perfect whole." But again, here Mrs. Browning, speaking by the mouth of Adam in The Drama of Exile, so far identifies...
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A Hand-book of English and American Literature: Historical and Critical ...

Esther J. Trimble Lippincott - 1884 - 536 pages
...to his hermitage, Like the bird from the woodlands to the cage;— The gay enchantment was undone, Then I said, " I covet truth; Beauty is unripe childhood's...senses stole; I yielded myself to the perfect whole. From USES OF GREAT MEN. I count him a great man who inhabits a higher sphere of thought, into which...
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Favorite Poems: Selected from English and American Authors

Joseph H. Head - 1884 - 498 pages
...undone — A gentle wife, but fairy none. 25 ! 386 THE PRESENT. Then I said : " I covet truth; Beanty is unripe childhood's cheat; I leave it behind with...stole — I yielded myself to the perfect whole. The Present. Adelaide .fl. (Procter. O not crouch to-day, and worship The old Past whose life is fled :...
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Papers of the Manchester Literary Club, Volume 10

Manchester Literary Club - 1884 - 536 pages
...The gay enchantment was undone, A gentle wife, but fairy none. Then I said " I covet truth ; Bcauty is unripe childhood's cheat ; I leave it behind with...again I heard, The rolling river, the morning bird ; — Beauly through my senses stole ; I yielded myself to the perfect whole. This doctrine of Beauty...
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Quiet Hours: A Collection of Poems

Mary Wilder Tileston - 1884 - 444 pages
...the violet's breath ; Around me stood the oaks and firs ; Pine-cones and acorns lay on the ground j Over me soared the eternal sky, Full of light and...senses stole ; I yielded myself to the perfect whole. RW EH»SOM MORNING AND EVENING. MORNING. "His compassions fail not. They are new every morning." LAM....
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Quiet Hour: A Collection of Poems

Mary Wilder Tileston - 1886 - 204 pages
...noisome things Had left their beauty on the shore, With the sun, and the sand, and the wild uproar Then I said, " I covet truth ; Beauty is unripe childhood's...senses stole ; I yielded myself to the perfect whole. RW Enr.RSo» MORNING AND EVENING. MORNING. " His compassions fail not. They are new every morning."...
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Magazine Essays: Containing a Few Short Essays Written During Leisure Hours

Leigh Hadley Irvine - 1886 - 56 pages
...spoke, beneath my feet The ground pine curled its pretty wreath, Running over the club-moss burrs; 1 inhaled the violet's breath ; Around me stood the...senses stole; I yielded myself to the perfect whole. Another little poem, entitled "Friendship," is admired by the lovers of Emerson. The philosophy in...
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Classic Selections from the Best Authors

Samuel Silas Curry - 1888 - 456 pages
...snow-white choir. At last she came to his hermitage, Like the bird from the woodlands to the cage j — The gay enchantment was undone, A gentle wife, but...senses stole; I yielded myself to the perfect whole. LEAD, KiNDLY LiGHT. Emerson. "T" BAD, kindly Light, amid th' encircling gloom, lead Thou me on; •*—*...
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Open Sesame!: Arranged for students over fourteen years old

Blanche Wilder Bellamy, Maud Wilder Goodwin - 1890 - 402 pages
...noisome things Had left their beauty on the shore, With the sun, and the sand, and the wild uproar. At last she came to his hermitage, Like the bird from...stole — I yielded myself to the perfect whole. THE GOBLET OF LIFE. HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW. FILLED is Life's goblet to the brim, And though my eyes...
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Songs of Three Centuries

John Greenleaf Whittier - 1890 - 458 pages
...wreath, Running over the club-moss burrs ; I inhaled the violet's breath ; Around me stood the oaks aiid firs; Pine-cones and acorns lay on the ground ; Over...yielded myself to the perfect whole. THE PROBLEM. I I.IKE a church, I like a cowl, I love a prophet of the soul, And on my heart monastic aisles Fall like...
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