The Sphinx, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
The Sphinx is drowsy,
Her wings are furled:
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The Sphinx is drowsy,
Her wings are furled:
...
Now this is the story (and all of ye hark!)
Of...
Beloved of lovers, bards, astronomers,
Myth...
Our parents long have passed away,
All old fa...
She whom I worship night and day, she loathes ...
Worn with hunger, faint and feeble, shorn of ...
From the Shahnameh There was a paladin, a Tur...
I "We sail'd beyond the great gates of the Wor...
Written in response to an offer by P. T. Barnam...
Long journeying over Afric's waste,
Fair, fl...
High beats the hunter's heart when all the nigh...
'Twas a fair river, fring'd with drooping reed...
For days the hunter march'd o'er wooded hills
...
We cross'd a brawling mountain torrent, far
F...
For days the hunter over open plains
Fring'd b...
On Ganges banks roams the tiger,
And lion rul...
A HINDU FABLE. I It was six men of Indostan
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Just saw a preview for the movie,
Yes, wher...
I tell a tale which makes me pale
For its dism...