 I heard a poet answer Aloud and cheerfully, "Say on, sweet Sphinx! thy dirges Are pleasant songs to me. Deep love lieth under These pictures of time; They fade in the light of Their meaning sublime. "The fiend that man harries Is love of the Best; Yawns...  The Arena - Strona 3271908Pełny widok - Informacje o książce
 | Margaret Fuller, Ralph Waldo Emerson, George Ripley - 1841 - Liczba stron: 564
...Who has mixed my boy's bread ? Who, with sadness and madness, Has turned the manchild'a head ? ' " I heard a poet answer Aloud and cheerfully, " Say...Dragon Lit by rays from the Blest ; The Lethe of Nature Can't trance him again, Whose soul sees the Perfect Which his eyes seek in vain. " Profounder, profounder... | |
 | Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1847 - Liczba stron: 264
...Who has mixed my boy's bread? Who, with sadness and madness, Has turned the man-child's head ? ' " I heard a poet answer, Aloud and cheerfully, " Say...Dragon, Lit by rays from the Blest. The Lethe of nature Can't trance him again, Whose soul sees the perfect, Which his eyes seek in vain. " Profounder, profounder,... | |
 | Orestes Augustus Brownson - 1847 - Liczba stron: 570
...Who has mixed my boy's bread ? Who, with sadness and madness, Has turned the man-child's head ? " ' " I heard a poet answer, Aloud and cheerfully, ' Say...Dragon, Lit by rays from the Blest. The Lethe of nature Can't trance him again, Whose soul sees the Perfect, Which his eyes seek in vain. " ' Profounder, profounder,... | |
 | Orestes Augustus Brownson - 1847 - Liczba stron: 576
...? Who has mixed my boy's bread ? Who, with sadness and madness, Has turned the man-child's head ? " I heard a poet answer, Aloud and cheerfully, ' Say...Dragon, Lit by rays from the Blest. The Lethe of nature Can't trance him again, Whose soul sees the Perfect, Which his eyes seek in vain. " ' Profounder, profounder,... | |
 | Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1847 - Liczba stron: 244
...turned the manchild's head ?'B 2 I heard a poet answer Aloud and cheerfully, ' Say on, sweet Sphynx! thy dirges Are pleasant songs• to me. Deep love...Dragon Lit by rays from the Blest. The Lethe of Nature Can't trance him again, Whose soul sees the Perfect, Which his eyes seek in vain. Profounder, profounder,... | |
 | Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - 1847 - Liczba stron: 560
...as intelligibly as forwards, and no mortal can trace the slightest connection between the verses. " The fiend that man harries Is love of the Best ; Yawns...Dragon, Lit by rays from the Blest. The Lethe of nature Can't trance him again, Whose soul sees the perfect, Which his eyes seek in vain. " Profounder, profounder,... | |
 | 1849 - Liczba stron: 448
...superior to the events of his own history, so the joy which he has attained is always unsatisfactory : " The fiend that man harries Is love of the Best ; Yawns...Dragon, Lit by rays from the Blest. The Lethe of nature Can't trance him again, Whose soul sees the perfect, Which his eyes seek in vain. " Profounder, profounder,... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1852 - Liczba stron: 588
...boy's bread ? Who, with sadness and madness, Has turn'd the manchild's headl* " I heard a poet answer1 Aloud and cheerfully, " Say on, sweet Sphinx !—...Dragon Lit by rays from the Blest; The Lethe of Nature Can't trance him again, Whose soul sees the Perfect Which his eyes seek in vain. " Profcunder, profounder... | |
 | Pennsylvania Yearly Meeting of Progressive Friends (1853-1940) - 1891 - Liczba stron: 900
...entire selves in supreme trust upon the Invisible and Everlasting. Emerson sings : "Deep love lies under These pictures of time; They fade in the light Of their meaning sublime. " " He whose heart has not been pierced with a diamond, " says a Persian poet, " is still not worthy... | |
 | Orestes Augustus Brownson - 1854 - Liczba stron: 426
...professed for two thousand years, but which it has never understood. Hear my favorite poet : — ' The Fiend that man harries Is love of the Best ; Yawns...Dragon Lit by rays from the Blest ; The Lethe of nature Can't trance him again, Whose soul sees the Perfect, Which his eyes seek in vain. ' Profounder, profounder... | |
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