 Crossing a bare common in snow puddles at twilight under a clouded sky, without having in my thoughts any occurrence of special good fortune, I have enjoyed a perfect exhilaration. I am glad to the brink of fear.  Essays, Lectures and Orations - Seite 196von Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1848 - 364 SeitenVollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | Andreas Fischer, Martin Heusser, Thomas Herrmann - 1997 - 366 Seiten
...notions, holds true for Cummings' thinking, as well 8 Cf. Nature: Crossing a bare common, in snow puddles, at twilight, under a clouded sky, without having in...good fortune, I have enjoyed a perfect exhilaration. ... I become a transparent eye-ball. I am nothing. I see all. The currents of the Universal Being circulate... | |
 | Anita Haya Patterson - 1997 - 268 Seiten
...synechdochical of the body, may also be collectively owned. Crossing a bare common, in snow puddles, at twilight, under a clouded sky, without having in...good fortune, I have enjoyed a perfect exhilaration. 1 am glad to the brink of fear. In the woods, too, a man casts off his years, as the snake his slough,... | |
 | Richard Francis - 1997 - 286 Seiten
...toward (or perhaps from) the frigid zone, when, as we recall, "crossing a bare common, in snow puddles, at twilight, under a clouded sky, without having in...good fortune, I have enjoyed a perfect exhilaration." When Emerson thinks specifically of human solidarity, however, he pictures the serial linkages as lying... | |
 | J. Baird Callicott, Michael P. Nelson - 1998 - 716 Seiten
...In good health, the air is a cordial of incredible virtue. Crossing a bare common, in snow puddles, at twilight, under a clouded sky, without having in...woods too, a man casts off his years, as the snake h1s slough, and at what period soever of life, 1s always a child. In the woods, is perpetual youth.... | |
 | John Jay Chapman - 1998 - 244 Seiten
..."In good health, the air is a cordial of incredible virtue. Crossing a bare common, in snow puddles, at twilight, under a clouded sky, without having in...good fortune, I have enjoyed a perfect exhilaration. I am glad to the brink of fear. In the woods, too, a man casts off his years, as the snake his slough,... | |
 | Joel Porte (ed), Saundra Morris - 1999 - 304 Seiten
...secure a New England home for a transplanted romanticism.15 "Crossing a bare common, in snow puddles, at twilight, under a clouded sky, without having in...good fortune, I have enjoyed a perfect exhilaration. I am glad to the brink of fear" ( W i: 9). Is it possible to imagine that experience in that way without... | |
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