Identifier: cambridgebookofp00rog (find matches)
Title: The Cambridge book of poetry and song
Year: 1882 (1880s)
Authors: Rogé, Mme. Charlotte Fiske (Bates) 1838- ed. (from old catalog)
Subjects: English poetry American poetry
Publisher: New York, T. Y. Crowell & co
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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hodora! if the sages ask thee whyThis charm is wasted on the earth and sky,Dear, tell them, that if eyes were made for seeing,Then beauty is its own excuse for being:Why thou wert there, oh. rival of the rose!I never thought to ask, 1 never knew:But in my simple ignorance, supposeThe selfsame power that brought nie there, brought you. THE HUMBLE-BEE. Bi ui.v, dozing humble-bee.Where thou art is clime for me.Let them sail for Porto Ricjue,Far-off heats through seas to seek;I will follow thee alone.Thou animated torrid-zone!Zigzag steerer, desert cheeier.Let me chase thy waving lines:Keep me nearer, me thy liearer,Singing over shrubs and vines. Insect lover of the sun,Joy of thy dominion!.Sailor of the atmosphere;SwimuKM- through tlie waves of air;Voyager of light and noon;Epicurean of June;Wait, I prithee, till I comeWithin earshot of thy hum,—All without is martyrdom. When the south-wind, in May days,With a net of shining hazeSilvers the horizon wall.And, with softness touching all.
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THE CONCORD BRIDGE. Page 215. EMERSON. 215 Tints the human countenanceWith a color of romance.And, infusing subtle iieats,Turns the sod to violets,Thou, in sunny solitudes,Rover of tlie underwoods,Tlie green silence dost displaceWith tliy mellow, breezy bass. Hot midsummers petted crone,Sweet to me thy drowsy toneTells of countless sunny hours.Long days, and solid banks of flowers :Of gulfs of sweetness Avithout boiuidIn Indian wildernesses found;Of Syrian peace, innnortal leisure.Firmest cheer, and bird-like pleasure. Aught imsavory or uncleanHath my insect never seen;But violets and bilberry l)ells,Maple-sap, and daffodils,Grass witli green flag lialf-mast higb,Succory to match the sky,Columbine with horn of honey.Scented fern and agrimony,Clover, catchfly, adders-tongue.And brier-roses, dwelt among;All beside was unknown waste,All was picture as lie passed. Wiser far than luunan seer.Yellow-breeclied philosopher ISeeing only what is fair.Sipping only wliat is sweet.Thou dost mock a

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