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Silence is the only Voice of our God | In silence God bringsall to pass | 3 |
“With a rusty dagger-fragment in one hand, and a bit of a wine-jar in another, I sat me down
on the ruinous green sofa I have spoken of, and bethought me long and deeply of these same Buccaneers.
Could it be possible, that they robbed and murdered one day, reveled the next, and rested themselves
by turning meditativ... | And now I begin to feel—and perhaps should have sooner felt—that we have talked enough of the Old Manse.
Mine honored reader, it may be, will vilify the poor author as an egotist for babbling through so many pages
about a mossgrown country parsonage, and his life within its walls, and on the river, and in the woods, ... | 2 |
By a seeming fate, commonly called necessity, they are employed, as it says in an old book, laying up treasures
which moth and rust will corrupt and thieves break through and steal. | Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon earth, where moth and rust doth corrupt, and where thieves break
through and steal. | 5 |
Learned and wise, hath perished utterly, | All the shadowy tribes of mind, | 0 |
though Folly be out teacher, Sense is the lesson she teaches | Who lives without folly is not so wise as he thinks. | 3 |
Yet they honestly think there is no choice left. But alert and healthy natures remember that the sun rose
clear. It is never too late to give up our prejudices. No way of thinking or doing, however ancient, can be
trusted without proof. What everybody echoes or in silence passes by as true to-day may turn out to be
... | You see, Sir, that in this enlightened age I am bold enough to confess that we are generally men of untaught
feelings: that, instead of casting away all our old prejudices, we cherish them to a very considerable degree;
and, to take more shame to ourselves, we cherish them because they are prejudices; and the longer ... | 5 |
No fence was seen, no inclosure. Near by --ferns, ferns, ferns; further --woods, woods, woods;
beyond —-mountains, mountains, mountains; then —-sky, sky, sky. Turned out in aerial commons,
pasture for the mountain moon. Nature, and but nature, house and, all; even a low cross-pile of silver birch,
piled openly, to s... | By and by, in a little time, the outward world puts on a drear austerity. On some October morning
there is a heavy hoarfrost on the grass and along the tops of the fences; and at sunrise the leaves
fall from the trees of our avenue, without a breath of wind, quietly descending by their own weight.
All summer long th... | 2 |
“With a rusty dagger-fragment in one hand, and a bit of a wine-jar in another, I sat me down
on the ruinous green sofa I have spoken of, and bethought me long and deeply of these same Buccaneers.
Could it be possible, that they robbed and murdered one day, reveled the next, and rested themselves
by turning meditativ... | The treasure of intellectual gold which I hoped to find in our secluded dwelling had never come to light.
No profound treatise of ethics, no philosophic history, no novel even, that could stand unsupported
on its edges. All that I had to show, as a man of letters, were these, few tales and essays,
which had blossome... | 2 |
The boat was immediately dispatched back to pick up the three swimming sailors. Meantime, the guns were in
readiness, though, owing to the San Dominick having glided somewhat astern of the sealer, only the aftermost
one could be brought to bear. | I hailed the Perseverance, ordering the ports got up, and the guns run out as soon as possible. We pulled as
fast as we could on board; and then despatched the boat for the man who was left in the water, whom we
succeeded to save alive. | 5 |
What is his destiny to him compared with the shipping interests? Does not he drive for Squire Make-a-stir? | It was my good fortune to enjoy the company of a gentleman--one Mr. Smooth-it-away-- who, though he had never
actually visited the Celestial City, yet seemed as well acquainted with its laws, customs, policy, and
statistics, as with those of the city of Destruction, of which he was a native townsman. | 4 |
Loveth she me with the love past all understanding? | The peace, the rest, the central security which belong to love that is past all
understanding,--these could return no more. | 4 |
Whence they, like richly-laden merchants, come | Of rude access, of prospect wild, | 0 |
The dripping of the oar suspended! | And, oft as ease and health retire | 2 |
What mean ye by saying that the poor ye have always with you | For ye have the poor always with you; but me ye have not always. | 5 |
Vain! vain! vain! said the face to him. Fool! fool! fool! said
the face to him. Quit! quit! quit! said the face to him. But when
he mentally interrogated the face as to why it thrice said Vain!
Fool! Quit! to him; here there was no response. For that face
did not respond to any thing. Did I not say before that that
fa... | "Fool!" said the sophist, in an under-tone
Gruff with contempt; which a death-nighing moan
From Lycius answer'd, as heart-struck and lost,
He sank supine beside the aching ghost.
"Fool! Fool!" repeated he, while his eyes still
Relented not, nor mov'd; "from every ill
Of life have I preserv'd thee to this day,
And shall... | 3 |
Truth, their immortal Una? Babylon, | Long by the loved enthusiast woo'd, | 0 |
Learned and wise, hath perished utterly, | And placed her on his sapphire throne; | 0 |
How calm! how still! the only sound, | That mourn beneath the gliding sail! | 2 |
The evening darkness gathers round | And gaze her visions wild, and feel unmix'd her flame! | 1 |
The evening darkness gathers round | Far from the sainted growing woof: | 1 |
Talk of a divinity in man! | Men, as by a natural inspiration, have agreed to speak of conscience as the voice of God, as the Divinity
within us. This principle, reverently obeyed, makes us more and more partakers of the moral perfection of
the Supreme Being, of that very excellence, which constitutes the rightfulness of his sceptre, and enthrone... | 5 |
True, there never was and is not likely soon to be a nation of philosophers, nor am I certain it is desirable
that there should be. | But a nation of philosophers is as little to be expected as the philosophical race of kings wished for by Plato. | 5 |
Hippocrates has even left directions how we should cut our nails; that is, even with the ends of the fingers,
neither shorter nor longer. | The nails neither to exceed nor come short of the finger tips. | 5 |
Now let us, as we float along, | Of rude access, of prospect wild, | 1 |
The dripping of the oar suspended! | No sedge-crown'd sister now attend, | 2 |
frigid purgatorial fires | It is possible,
You are the consciousness of your unhappy family,
Its bird sent flying through the purgatorial flame.
Indeed it is possible. You may learn hereafter,
Moving along through flames of ice, chosen
To resolve the enchantment under which we suffer. | 5 |
Seating himself in the stern, Captain Delano, making a last salute, ordered the boat shoved off. The crew had
their oars on end. The bowsmen pushed the boat a sufficient distance for the oars to be lengthwise dropped.
The instant that was done, Don Benito sprang over the bulwarks, falling at the feet of Captain Delan... | When I had seated myself in the boat, and ordered her to be shoved off, the people having their oars up on
end, she fell off at a sufficient distance to leave room for the oars to drop. After they were down, the
Spanish captain, to my great astonishment, leaped from the gunwale of the ship into the middle of our boat.... | 5 |
In that lonely little closet of his, Pierre foretasted all that this world hath either of praise or dispraise;
and thus foretasting both goblets, anticipatingly hurled them both in its teeth.
All panegyric, all denunciation, all criticism of any sort, would come too late for Pierre. | I have been so praised elsewhere and abused, alternately, that mere habit has rendered me
as indifferent to both as a man of twenty-six can be to anything | 3 |
Now let us, as we float along, | Of all the sons of soul, was known; | 1 |
Our moulting season, like that of the fowls, must be a crisis in our lives. The loon retires to solitary ponds
to spend it. Thus also the snake casts its slough, and the caterpillar its wormy coat, by an internal industry
and expansion; for clothes are but our outmost cuticle and mortal coil. Otherwise we shall be fo... | When we have shuffled off this mortal coil
Must give us pause. | 4 |
Whence they, like richly-laden merchants, come | To few the godlike gift assigns, | 0 |
May know that Poet's sorrows more. | Where is the bard whose soul can now | 1 |
Thou art my heaven, Lucy; and here I lie thy shepherd-king, watching for new eye-stars to rise in thee. | One, chief, in gracious dignity enthroned,
Shines o’er the rest, the pastoral queen, and rays
Her smiles sweet-beaming on her shepherd-king; | 3 |
But Charles was a boy; advice often seems the most wantonly
wasted of all human breath; man will not take wisdom on trust;
may be, it is well; for such wisdom is worthless; we must find
the true gem for ourselves; and so we go groping and groping
for many and many a day. | Direct not him whose way himself will choose: ’Tis breath thou lack’st, and that breath wilt thou lose. | 4 |
Lord Hamlet, with his doublet all unbrac’d;
No hat upon his head; his stockings foul’d.
Ungarter’d, and down-gyved to his ankle;
Pale as his shirt; his kneesknocking each other;
And with a look so piteous in purport
As if he had been loosed out of hell
To speak of horrors, he came beforeme. | On the previous undetermined days, Pierre had solicitously
sought to disguise his emotions from his mother, by a certain
carefulness and choiceness in his dress. But now, since his very
soul was forced to wear a mask, he would wear no paltry palliatives and disguisements on his body.
He went to the cottage of Lucy as ... | 3 |
Not sedentary all: there are who roam | And placed her on his sapphire throne; | 0 |
The time of the seasons and the constellations | The dance along the artery
The circulation of the lymph
Are figured in the drift of stars | 4 |
The dripping of the oar suspended! | Long by the loved enthusiast woo'd, | 1 |
By virtue's holiest Powers attended. | Whose cold turf hides the buried friend! | 2 |
Truth, their immortal Una? Babylon, | His loveliest elfin queen has blest; | 0 |
Now, for a house, so situated in such a country, to have no piazza for the convenience of those who might
desire to feast upon the view, and take their time and ease about it, seemed as much of an omission as if
a picture-gallery should have no bench; for what but picture-galleries are the marble halls of these same ... | In furtherance of my design, and as if to leave me no pretext for not fulfilling it, there was in the rear
of the house the most delightful little nook of a study that ever afforded its snug seclusion to a scholar.
It was here that Emerson wrote Nature; for he was then an inhabitant of the Manse, and used to watch
t... | 4 |
In answer to my advertisement, a motionless young man one morning stood upon my office threshold,
the door being open, for it was summer. I can see that figure now —-pallidly neat, pitiably respectable,
incurably forlorn! It was Bartleby. | In the summer of 1843, having an extraordinary quantity of deeds to copy, I engaged, temporarily,
an extra copying clerk, who interested me considerably, in consequence of his modest, quiet,
gentlemanly demeanor, and his intense application to his duties. | 5 |
“Oh, sir,” tears starting in her eyes, “the first time I looked out of this window, I said ‘never, never
shall I weary of this.’”
“And what wearies you of it now?”
“I don’t know,” while a tear fell; “but it is not the view, it is Marianna.”
Some months back, her brother, only seventeen, had come hither, a long way fro... | All day within the dreamy house,
The doors upon their hinges creak'd;
The blue fly sung in the pane; the mouse
Behind the mouldering wainscot shriek'd,
Or from the crevice peer'd about.
Old faces glimmer'd thro' the doors
Old footsteps trod the upper floors,
Old voices called her from without.
She only said, "My life i... | 4 |
Now let us, as we float along, | When He, who call'd with thought to birth | 1 |
In the year 1799, Captain Amasa Delano, of Duxbury, in Massachusetts, commanding a large sealer and general
trader, lay at anchor with a valuable cargo, in the harbor of St. Maria—a small, desert, uninhabited island
toward the southern extremity of the long coast of Chili. There he had touched for water.
On the secon... | Wednesday, February 20th, commenced with light airs from the north east, and thick foggy weather. At six A.M.
observed a sail opening round the south head of St. Maria, coming into the bay. It proved to be a ship.
The captain took the whale boat and crew and went on board her. As the wind was very light, so that
a ve... | 5 |
To seek the general mart of Christendom; | From many a cloud that dropp'd ethereal dew, | 0 |
For the pattern is new in every moment
And every moment is a new and shocking
Valuation of all we have been. | You are not the same people who left that station
Or who will arrive at any terminus, | 3 |
For 'him' suspend the dashing oar; | Yon tented sky, this laughing earth, | 1 |
Yoke the body to the soul, and put both to the plow,
and the one or the other must in the end assuredly drop in the furrow.
Keep, then, thy body effeminate for labor, and thy soul laboriously robust;
or else thy soul effeminate for labor, and thy body laboriously robust.
Elect! the two will not lastingly abide in on... | Intellectual activity is incompatible with any large amount of bodily exercise.
The yeoman and the scholar —-the yeoman and the man of finest moral culture,
though not the man of sturdiest sense and integrity --are two distinct individuals,
and can never be melted or welded into one substance. | 4 |
Thy catching nobleness unsexes me, my brother; and now I know that in her most exalted moment,
then woman no more feels the twin-born softness of her breasts, but feels chain-armor palpitating there! | Come, you spirits
That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here,
And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full
Of direst cruelty. Make thick my blood.
Stop up th’ access and passage to remorse,
That no compunctious visitings of nature
Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between
Th’ effect and it. Come to my woman’s br... | 4 |
With shabby equipment always deteriorating
In the general mess of imprecision of feeling,
Undisciplined squads of emotion. | Words strain,
Crack and sometimes break, under the burden,
Under the tension, slip, slide, perish,
Decay with imprecision, will not stay in place,
Will not stay still. | 3 |
That would lament her;Memphis, Tyre, are gone | Where is the bard whose soul can now | 0 |
It is to be doubted whether any spot of earth can, in desolateness, furnish a parallel to this group.
Abandoned cemeteries of long ago, old cities by piecemeal tumbling to their ruin, these are melancholy enough;
but, like all else which has but once been associated with humanity, they still awaken in us some thought... | When summer was dead and buried the Old Manse became as lonely as a hermitage. Not that ever—in my time
at least—it had been thronged with company; but, at no rare intervals, we welcomed some friend out of
the dusty glare and tumult of the world, and rejoiced to share with him the transparent obscurity
that was floa... | 2 |
The evening darkness gathers round | Ah! what will every dirge avail! | 2 |
Whence they, like richly-laden merchants, come | Was wove on that creating day, | 0 |
That would lament her;Memphis, Tyre, are gone | From many a cloud that dropp'd ethereal dew, | 0 |
Meantime Captain Delano hailed his own vessel, ordering the ports up, and the guns run out. But by this time
the cable of the San Dominick had been cut; and the fag-end, in lashing out, whipped away the canvas shroud
about the beak, suddenly revealing, as the bleached hull swung round towards the open ocean, death fo... | I hailed the Perseverance, ordering the ports got up, and the guns run out as soon as possible. We pulled as
fast as we could on board; and then despatched the boat for the man who was left in the water, whom we
succeeded to save alive. | 5 |
For 'him' suspend the dashing oar; | Him whose school above the rest | 1 |
For ye two, my most undiluted prayer is now, that from your here unseen and frozen chairs
ye may never stir alive; --the fool of Truth, the fool of Virtue, the fool of Fate, now quits
ye forever! | It would be hard to put more mental and moral philosophy than the Persians have thrown into a sentence,
Fooled thou must be, though wisest of the wise: Then be the fool of virtue, not of vice. | 3 |
For 'him' suspend the dashing oar; | Might hope the magic girdle wear, | 1 |
Ye two pale ghosts, were this the other world, ye were not welcome.
Away! --Good Angel and Bad Angel both! --For Pierre is neuter now! | Well, well. I see the issue of these arms.
I cannot mend it, I must needs confess,
Because my power is weak and all ill-left.
But if I could, by Him that gave me life,
I would attach you all and make you stoop
Unto the sovereign mercy of the King.
But since I cannot, be it known unto you
I do remain as neuter. So fare ... | 4 |
And pray that never child of song | And Joy desert the blooming year. | 2 |
That, like the Red-cross Knight, they urge their way, | Where is the bard whose soul can now | 0 |
Now look around in that most miserable room, and at that most miserable of all the pursuits of a man,
and say if here be the place, and this be the trade, that God intended him for. | As to that regular, uninterrupted love of writing, which you describe, in your friend,
I do not understand it. I feel it as a torture, which I must get rid of, but never as a pleasure.
On the contrary, I think composition a great pain. | 3 |
By virtue's holiest Powers attended. | Where slowly winds the stealing wave!; | 2 |
In their boyhood and earlier adolescence, Pierre and Glen had cherished a much more than
cousinly attachment At the age of ten, they had furnished an example of the truth, that
the friendship of fine-hearted, generous boys, nurtured amid the romance-engendering comforts
and elegancies of life, sometimes transcends t... | My school-friendships were with me passions | 3 |
I have sat on earth’s saddle till I am weary; I must now vault over to the other saddle awhile.
Oh, seems to me, there should be two ceaseless steeds for a bold man to ride, —-the Land and the Sea;
and like circus-men we should never dismount, but only be steadied and rested by leaping from one
to the other, while st... | Once more upon the waters! yet once more!
And the waves bound beneath me as a steed that knows his rider. | 3 |
So thoroughly and sincerely are we compelled to live, reverencing our life, and denying the possibility of
change. This is the only way, we say; but there are as many ways as there can be drawn radii from one centre.
All change is a miracle to contemplate; but it is a miracle which is taking place every instant. | He [Jesus] spoke of miracles; for he felt that man’s life was a miracle, and all that man doth, and he knew
that this daily miracle shines, as the man is diviner. But the very word Miracle, as pronounced by Christian
churches, gives a false impression; it is Monster. It is not one with the blowing clover and the fall... | 4 |
To their belovèd cells:or shall we say | And placed her on his sapphire throne; | 0 |
Nor is this boy-love without the occasional fillips and spicinesses, which at times,
by an apparent abatement, enhance thepermanent delights of those more advanced lovers
who love beneath the cestus of Venus. | In sickness the soul begins to dress herself for immortality. And, first, she unties the
strings of vanity that made her upper garment cleave to the world and sit uneasy; first, she
puts off the light and fantastic summer robe of lust and wanton appetite; and as soon as that
cestus, that lascivious girdle is thrown awa... | 3 |
And pray that never child of song | Or curtain'd close such scene from every future view. | 1 |
Ah, foolish! to think that by starving thy body, thou shalt fatten thy soul!
Is yonder ox fatted because yonder lean fox starves in the winter wood?
And prate not of despising thy body, while still thou flourisheth thy flesh-brush! | O foolishness of men! that lend their ears
To those budge doctors of the Stoic fur,
And fetch their precepts from the Cynic tub.
Praising the lean and sallow Abstinence! | 3 |
“Oh, sir,” tears starting in her eyes, “the first time I looked out of this window, I said ‘never, never
shall I weary of this.’”
“And what wearies you of it now?”
“I don’t know,” while a tear fell; “but it is not the view, it is Marianna.”
Some months back, her brother, only seventeen, had come hither, a long way fro... | There at the moated
grange resides this dejected Mariana. At that place
call upon me, and dispatch with Angelo that it may
be quickly. | 5 |
“My special business is to travel the country for orders for lightning-rods. This is my specimen-rod;” tapping
his staff; “I have the best of references”—fumbling in his pockets. “In Criggan last month, I put up
three-and-twenty rods on only five buildings.”
“Let me see. Was it not at Criggan last week, about midnigh... | But, in 1841, the lightning scored a ghastly wound down its tall, straight trunk, and began
to dry up its life-blood. Limbs fell away from it from time to time; and the thunderbolt again scathed it. | 4 |
All men want, not something to do with, but something to do, or rather something to be. Perhaps we should never
procure a new suit, however ragged or dirty the old, until we have so conducted, so enterprised or sailed in
some way, that we feel like new men in the old, and that to retain it would be like keeping new w... | Neither do men put new wine into old bottles: else the bottles break, and the wine runneth out, and the bottles
perish: but they put new wine into new bottles, and both are preserved. | 5 |
May know that Poet's sorrows more. | In yonder grave your Druid lies! | 2 |
To seek the general mart of Christendom; | To few the godlike gift assigns, | 0 |
For 'him' suspend the dashing oar; | At solemn turney hung on high, | 1 |
And pray that never child of song | Listening the deep applauding thunder; | 1 |
The evening darkness gathers round | On which that ancient trump he reach'd was hung: | 1 |
Nor leaves her Speech one word to aid the sigh | And all thy subject life was born! | 0 |
I hate the world, and could trample all lungs of mankind as
grapes, and heel them out of their breath, to think of the woe
and the cant, --to think of the Truth and the Lie! | how should he, who knows mankind well, do other than despise and abhor them. | 3 |
To scatter seeds of life on barbarous shores; | And placed her on his sapphire throne; | 0 |
It is very evident what mean and sneaking lives many of you live, for my sight has been whetted by experience;
always on the limits, trying to get into business and trying to get out of debt. . . | Under the old law many poor debtors were brought to jail to remain there at least for a month or until they
were willing to take the poor debtors’ oath before a magistrate, or to ‘‘swear out.’’ But the law allowed them
to have ‘‘the liberty of the yard’’ by giving sureties that they would not transgress the prescribe... | 4 |
How calm! how still! the only sound, | And Heaven, and Fancy, kindred powers, | 1 |
The twelve labors of Hercules were trifling in comparison with those which my neighbors have undertaken;
for they were only twelve, and had an end; but I could never see that these men slew or captured any monster
or finished any labor. They have no friend Iolas to burn with a hot iron the root of the hydra’s head, b... | The second labour of Hercules was
to destroy the Lernæan hydra, which had seven heads according to Apollodorus, 50 according to Simonides, and
100 according to Diodorus. This celebrated monster he attacked with his arrows, and soon after he came to a
close engagement, and by means of his heavy club he destroyed the h... | 4 |
Is Lucy Tartan the name? -—Perhaps, perhaps; -—but also, in
the dream, Pierre; she came, with her blue eyes turned beseechingly on me;
she seemed as if persuading me from thee; —-methought she was then more than thy cousin;
-—methought shewas that good angel, which some say, hovers over every human soul; and methough... | Ficinus, in his comment upon this place, cap. 8. following Plato, calls these two loves,
two devils, or good and bad angels according to us, which are still hovering about our souls. | 4 |
May know that Poet's sorrows more. | At solemn turney hung on high, | 1 |
To their belovèd cells:or shall we say | Nigh sphered in heaven, its native strains could hear; | 0 |
That would lament her;Memphis, Tyre, are gone | In vain--Such bliss to one alone, | 0 |
By virtue's holiest Powers attended. | And placed her on his sapphire throne; | 1 |
For 'him' suspend the dashing oar; | Meek Nature's Child, again adieu! | 2 |
And pray that never child of song | And she, from out the veiling cloud, | 1 |
Or quit with zealous step their knee-worn floors | And dress'd with springs and forests tall, | 0 |
Truth, their immortal Una? Babylon, | And Truth, in sunny vest array'd, | 0 |
For 'him' suspend the dashing oar; | Long by the loved enthusiast woo'd, | 1 |
By virtue's holiest Powers attended. | The friend shall view yon whitening spire, | 2 |
But Charles was a boy; advice often seems the most wantonly
wasted of all human breath; man will not take wisdom on trust;
may be, it is well; for such wisdom is worthless; we must find
the true gem for ourselves; and so we go groping and groping
for many and many a day. | Vex not yourself nor strive not with your breath,
For all in vain comes counsel to his ear. | 4 |
“The hottest, weariest hour of day, you mean? Sir, the sun gilds not this roof. It leaked so,
brother newly shingled all one side. Did you not see it? The north side, where the sun strikes most on
what the rain has wetted. The sun is a good sun; but this roof, in first scorches, and then rots.
An old house. They wen... | All day within the dreamy house,
The doors upon their hinges creak'd;
The blue fly sung in the pane; the mouse
Behind the mouldering wainscot shriek'd,
Or from the crevice peer'd about.
Old faces glimmer'd thro' the doors
Old footsteps trod the upper floors,
Old voices called her from without.
She only said, "My life i... | 4 |
Learned and wise, hath perished utterly, | Long by the loved enthusiast woo'd, | 0 |
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