The Works of Ralph Waldo Emerson: society & solitude. Letters & social aims. AddressesG. Bell & sons, 1904 |
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Palavras e frases frequentes
action appears astronomy beauty behold Ben Jonson better character church civil command Confucius conservatism conversation courage dæmons delight Demosthenes divine earth eloquence existence experience fact faculties fancy feel Gawain genius give Goethe Greece Hafiz hand heart heaven honour hope hour human imagination inspiration intellect Jotun labour live look Madame de Staël mankind manners master means mind moral Nachiketas nations nature never Odin Odoacer orator perception Persian persons philosopher Pindar plant Plato Plutarch poem poet poetry political reform religion scholar sense sentiment Shakespeare society Socrates solitude song soul speak speech spirit Swedenborg talent thee things thou thought Timur tion true truth universal virtue whilst whole wisdom wise wish words young youth Zoroaster
Passagens conhecidas
Página 205 - Of old hast thou laid the foundation of the earth: and the heavens are the work of thy hands. They shall perish, but thou shalt endure: yea, all of them shall wax old like a garment; as a vesture shalt thou change them, and they shall be changed: But thou art the same, and thy years shall have no end.
Página 102 - The mathematics and the metaphysics, Fall to them as you find your stomach serves you ; No profit grows where is no pleasure ta'en : In brief, sir, study what you most affect.
Página 328 - 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.
Página 205 - A little onward lend thy guiding hand To these dark steps, a little further on; For yonder bank hath choice of sun or shade; There I am wont to sit, when any chance Relieves me from my task of servile toil, Daily in the common prison else enjoin'd me, Where I, a prisoner chain'd, scarce freely draw The air imprison'd also, close and damp, Unwholesome draught.
Página 388 - Gentlemen, this confidence in the unsearched might of man belongs, by all motives, by all prophecy, by all preparation, to the American Scholar. We have listened too long to the courtly muses of Europe.
Página 385 - Historically, there is thought to be a difference in the ideas which predominate over successive epochs, and there are data for marking the genius of the Classic, of the Romantic, and now of the Reflective or Philosophical age.
Página 375 - Man Thinking must not be subdued by his instruments. Books are for the scholar's idle times. When he can read God directly, the hour is too precious to be wasted in other men's transcripts of their readings. But when the intervals of darkness come, as come they must,— when the sun is hid and the stars withdraw their shining,— we repair to the lamps which were kindled by their ray, to guide our steps to the East again, where the dawn is. We hear, that we may speak. The Arabian proverb says, "A...
Página 374 - I had better never see a book than to be warped by its attraction clean out of my own orbit, and made a satellite instead of a system. The one thing in the world, of value, is the active soul. This every man is entitled to ; this every man contains within him, \< although in almost all men obstructed, and as yet unborn.
Página 376 - There is then creative reading as well as creative writing. When the mind is braced by labor and invention, the page of whatever book we read becomes luminous with manifold allusion. Every sentence is doubly significant, and the sense of our author is as broad as the world.
Página 371 - He must settle its value in his mind. What is nature to him? There is never a beginning, there is never an end, to the inexplicable continuity of this web of God, but always circular power returning into itself. Therein it resembles his own spirit, whose beginning, whose ending, he never can find, — so entire, so boundless.