 And soon that toil shall end ; Soon shalt thou find a summer home and rest, And scream among thy fellows ; reeds shall bend, Soon, o'er thy sheltered nest. Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet, on my heart Deeply hath sunk...  Time's Telescope - Page 1151824Full view - About this book
 | Robert Faggen - Literary Criticism - 2001 - 308 pages
...waterfowl in a mood of joyous pensive affirmation, then the last points the pious moral (APNC i: 125): He who, from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless...that I must tread alone Will lead my steps aright. The genre extends back, of course, to the British romantics and thence to Donne, Herbert, and Vaughan... | |
 | Paul Negri - Poetry - 2002 - 146 pages
...of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form; yet, on my heart Deeply has sunk the lesson thou hast given, He who, from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless...that I must tread alone, Will lead my steps aright. Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882) The central figure among the Transcendentalist group of philosophers,... | |
 | Steven Gould Axelrod, Camille Roman, Thomas Travisano - Literary Collections - 2003 - 770 pages
...form; yet, on my heart Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given, And shall not soon depart. He6 who, from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless...that I must tread alone, Will lead my steps aright. 1818 This poem resembles what MH Abrams identified as "the greater romantic lyric" as practiced by... | |
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