 | Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1847 - 264 páginas
...feeds men serveth few; He serves all who dares be true. 12 THE APOLOGY. THINK, me not unkind and rude That I walk alone in grove and glen; I go to the god...I Fold my arms beside the brook ; Each cloud that floated in the sky Writes a letter in my book. Chide me not, laborious band, For the idle flowers I... | |
 | Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1847 - 244 páginas
...feeds men, serveth few, He serves all, who dares be true. THE APOLOGY. THINK me not unkind and rude, That I walk alone in grove and glen; I go to the god...that I Fold my arms beside the brook; Each cloud that floated in the sky Writes a letter in my book. Chide me not, laborious band, For the idle flowers I... | |
 | George William Curtis - 1852 - 214 páginas
...§00L BT GKEOEGKE WILLIAM CUBTIS, mi A," BTC. ETc. " There 's rosemary—that 's for remembranoe." " Tax not my sloth, that I Fold my arms beside the brook; Each cloud that floated in the aky Writes a letter in my book. Ohide me not, laborious band, For the idle flowers I... | |
 | Evert Augustus Duyckinck, George Long Duyckinck - 1856 - 808 páginas
...Want and woe, which torture us, Thy sleep makes ridiculous THE APOI.OGT. Think me not unkind and rude That I walk alone in grove and glen, I go to the god of the wood, To fetch his word to man. Tax not my sloth that I Fold my arms beside the brook ; Each cloud that floated in the sky. Writes... | |
 | Evert Augustus Duyckinck, George Long Duyckinck - 1856 - 838 páginas
...sleep makes ri.liculous. TUB APOLOGY. Think me not unkind and rude That I walk alone in grove and gleo, I go to the god of the wood, To fetch his word to man. Tax not my sloth that I Fold my arms beside the brook ; Each cloud that floated in the sky, Writes... | |
 | William Allingham - 1860 - 316 páginas
...similar character, such as " Tax not" (two syllables to be dwelt on to the length of three) : — " Tax not my sloth that I Fold my arms beside the brook." And, " One harvest from thy field Homeward brought the oxen strong." It is always delightful to recollect... | |
 | 1863 - 446 páginas
...and elevate their character. As Emerson says, in his apology for his apparently idle wanderings, " I go to the God of the wood, To fetch his word to men.' r All of us hare our uses, eve» the most indolent. Their extreme specific gravity is a check upon... | |
 | Evert Augustus Duyckinck - 1866 - 1010 páginas
...woe, which torture us, Thy sleep makes ridiculous. ТИХ APOIOGT. Think me not unkind and rude That 1 walk alone in grove and glen, I go to the god of the wood. To fetch his word to man. Tax not my sloth that I . Fold my arms beside the brook ; Each cloud that floated in the sky,... | |
 | Henry George Bohn - 1867 - 752 páginas
...borrowing sloth, Itself heaps on its shoulders loads of woe, Too heavy to be borne. Pollok, Courst of Time. Tax not my sloth that I Fold my arms beside the brook ; Each cloud that floateth in the sky Writes a letter in my book. Emerton. IONOEAJTCE. Ignorance is the curse of God,... | |
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APOLOGY Think me not unkind and rude That I walk alone in grove and glen; I go to the god of the wood To fetch his word to men. Tax not my sloth that I Fold my arms beside the brook; Each cloud that floated in the sky Writes a letter in my book. Chide... 
