Uprose the merry Sphinx, And crouched no more in stone; She melted into purple cloud, She silvered in the moon; She spired into a yellow flame; She flowered in blossoms red; She flowed into a foaming wave: She stood Monadnoc's head. Thorough a thousand... The North American Review - Página 407editado por - 1847Vista completa - Acerca de este libro
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...confined to physics or chemistry, biology or psychology. For long ago the Sphinx crouched no longer in stone : She melted into purple cloud, She silvered...flowed into a foaming wave; She stood Monadnoc's head. Thoro a thousand voices Spoke the universal dame: "Who telleth one of my meanings, Is master of all... | |
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...Emerson's "Sphinx": " Uprose the merry Sphinx, And couched no more in stone ; She melted into purple cload, She silvered in the moon ; She spired into a yellow...blossoms red ; She flowed into a foaming wave; She stood Mouadnock's head." He talked long and earnestly upon the subject of our spiritual existence independent... | |
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