Poems of Ralph Waldo EmersonOxford University Press, 1883 - 316 psl. This book is a collection of Ralph Waldo Emerson's poetry. |
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... flow , The wind may alter twenty ways , A tempest cannot blow ; It may blow north , it still is warm ; Or south , it still is clear ; Or east , it smells like a clover - farm ; Or west , no thunder fear . The musing peasant lowly great ...
... flow , The wind may alter twenty ways , A tempest cannot blow ; It may blow north , it still is warm ; Or south , it still is clear ; Or east , it smells like a clover - farm ; Or west , no thunder fear . The musing peasant lowly great ...
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... flows in streams , that breathes in wind ; Leave all thy pedant lore apart ; God hid the whole world in thy heart . Love shuns the sage , the child it crowns , Gives all to them who all renounce . The rain comes when the wind calls ...
... flows in streams , that breathes in wind ; Leave all thy pedant lore apart ; God hid the whole world in thy heart . Love shuns the sage , the child it crowns , Gives all to them who all renounce . The rain comes when the wind calls ...
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... flows in his side , - And interchangeably at one With every king on every throne , That no god dare say him nay , Or see the fault , or seen betray : He has the Muses by the heart , And the stern Parcæ on his part . His many signs ...
... flows in his side , - And interchangeably at one With every king on every throne , That no god dare say him nay , Or see the fault , or seen betray : He has the Muses by the heart , And the stern Parcæ on his part . His many signs ...
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... flow . Pour , Bacchus the remembering wine ; Retrieve the loss of me and mine ! Vine for vine be antidote , And the grape requite the lote ! Haste to cure the old despair , Reason in Nature's lotus drenched , The memory of ages quenched ...
... flow . Pour , Bacchus the remembering wine ; Retrieve the loss of me and mine ! Vine for vine be antidote , And the grape requite the lote ! Haste to cure the old despair , Reason in Nature's lotus drenched , The memory of ages quenched ...
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... flows amain The surge of summer's beauty ; dell and crag , Hollow and lake , hill - side and pine arcade , Are touched with genius . Yonder ragged cliff Has thousand faces in a thousand hours . Beneath low hills , in the broad interval ...
... flows amain The surge of summer's beauty ; dell and crag , Hollow and lake , hill - side and pine arcade , Are touched with genius . Yonder ragged cliff Has thousand faces in a thousand hours . Beneath low hills , in the broad interval ...
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agrimony bard beauty Behold beneath bird blood breath bring cheer child churl cloud cold Dædalus Dæmon dark delight Dervish doth dream earth enchanted eternal eyes fame Fate fear feet fire flame flowers forest garden genius glow gods grace Hafiz hand hast hath hear heard heaven hide hills Jove lake land leaves light lover maid MAIDEN SPEECH Merlin mighty Heart mind moon morning mould mountain Muse Nature Nature's nectar never night numbers o'er pine plant Pleiads poet polar night race rhyme rock Rome rose round Saadi sail scorn secret shalt shine sings skies sleep smile snow song soul sphere Sphinx Spring stars stream sweet tempest thee thine things thou thought throbbing thrush TITMOUSE tongue town trees voice walked wave wild wind wine wings wise wood youth zodiac
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17 psl. - Earth proudly wears the Parthenon, As the best gem upon her zone, And Morning opes with haste her lids To gaze upon the Pyramids; O'er England's abbeys bends the sky, As on its friends, with kindred eye; For out of Thought's interior sphere These wonders rose to upper air; And Nature gladly gave them place, Adopted them into her race, And granted them an equal date With Andes and with Ararat. These temples grew as grows the grass; Art might obey, but not surpass. The passive Master lent his hand...
139 psl. - BY the rude bridge that arched the flood, Their flag to April's breeze unfurled, Here once the embattled farmers stood, And fired the shot heard round the world.
233 psl. - CHARACTER The sun set; but set not his hope: Stars rose; his faith was earlier up: Fixed on the enormous galaxy, Deeper and older seemed his eye: And matched his sufferance sublime The taciturnity of time. He spoke, and words more soft than rain Brought the Age of Gold again: His action won such reverence sweet, As hid all measure of the feat...
170 psl. - IF the red slayer think he slays, Or if the slain think he is slain, They know not well the subtle ways I keep, and pass, and turn again.
180 psl. - So nigh is grandeur to our dust, So near is God to man, When Duty whispers low, Thou must, The youth replies, I can.
15 psl. - Nor knew her beauty's best attire Was woven still by the snow-white choir. At last she came to his hermitage, Like the bird from the woodlands to the cage; The gay enchantment was undone, A gentle wife, but fairy none. Then I said, "I covet truth; Beauty is unripe childhood's cheat; I leave it behind with the games of youth...
275 psl. - From all that's fair, from all that's foul, Peals out a cheerful song. It is not only in the rose, It is not only in the bird. Not only where the rainbow glows, Nor in the song of woman heard, But in the darkest, meanest things There alway, alway something sings.
71 psl. - I'm not so large as you, You are not so small as I, And not half so spry. I'll not deny you make A very pretty squirrel track; Talents differ; all is well and wisely put; If I cannot carry forests on my back, Neither can you crack a nut.
198 psl. - DAUGHTERS of Time, the hypocritic Days, Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes, And marching single in an endless file, Bring diadems and fagots in their hands. To each they offer gifts after his will, Bread, kingdoms, stars, and sky that holds them all.
45 psl. - Seldom seen by wishful eyes, But all her shows did Nature yield, To please and win this pilgrim wise. He saw the partridge drum in the woods; He heard the woodcock's evening hymn; He found the tawny thrushes...