 For us the winds do blow, The earth doth rest, heav'n move, and fountains flow. Nothing we see but means our good, As our delight, or as our treasure; The whole is either our cupboard of food, Or cabinet of pleasure.  Works - Page 72by Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1883Full view - About this book
 | Gordon Mursell - 2001 - 572 pages
...hath got so farre, But Man hath caught and kept it, as his prey. His eyes dismount the highest starre: He is in little all the sphere. Herbs gladly cure our flesh; because that they finde their acquaintance there . . . The starres have us to bed; Since then, my God, them hast So brave... | |
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