Essays — Ralph Waldo Emerson

Essays

Ralph Waldo Emerson · Лицензия: Public domain · Источник

• "Paradise is under the shadow of swords,"[310] _Mahomet._ ¶263
• "_Valerius._ Bid thy wife farewell. ¶265
• _Soph._ No, I will take no leave. My Dorigen, Yonder, above, 'bout Ariadne's crown.[315] My spirit shall hover for thee. Prithee, haste. ¶266
• _Dor._ Stay, Sophocles--with this, tie up my sight; Let not soft nature so transformed be, And lose her gentler sexed humanity, To make me see my lord bleed. So, 'tis well; Never one object underneath the sun Will I behold before my Sophocles: Farewell; now teach the Romans how to die. ¶267
• _Mar._ Dost know what 'tis to die? ¶268
• _Val._ But art not grieved nor vexed to leave thy life thus? ¶270
• _Soph._ Why should I grieve or vex for being sent To them I ever loved best? Now, I'll kneel, But with my back toward thee; 'tis the last duty This trunk can do the gods. ¶271
• _Soph._ Martius, oh Martius, Thou now hast found a way to conquer me. ¶274
• _Dor._ O star of Rome! what gratitude can speak Fit words to follow such a deed as this? ¶275
• _Jul._ Why, slaves, 'tis in our power to hang ye. ¶287
• _Master._ Very likely, 'Tis in our powers, then, to be hanged, and scorn ye. ¶288
• 19. It may calm the apprehension of calamity in the most susceptible heart to see how quick a bound nature has set to the utmost infliction of malice. We rapidly approach a brink over which no enemy can follow us. ¶297
• "Let them rave:[366] Thou art quiet in thy grave." ¶298
• Gifts of one who loved me-- 'Twas high time they came; When he ceased to love me, Time they stopped for shame. ¶326
• "Brother, if Jove[465] to thee a present make, Take heed that from his hands thou nothing take." ¶330
• We ask the whole. Nothing less will content us. We arraign society, if it do not give us besides earth, and fire, and water, opportunity, love, reverence, and objects of veneration. ¶331
• "Presenting Thebes'[553] and Pelops' line And the tale of Troy divine." ¶362

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