Emerson's Complete Works: PoemsHoughton, Mifflin, 1883 |
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... MORNING THE MIRACLE THE WATERFALL WALDEN 304 304 305 307 307 PAN 309 MONADNOC FROM AFAR 310 THE SOUTH WIND . 310 FAME 311 WEBSTER . 312 LINES WRITTEN IN A VOLUME OF Goethe 313 THE ENCHANTER 313 PHILOSOPHER 314 LIMITS 314 · INSCRIPTION ...
... MORNING THE MIRACLE THE WATERFALL WALDEN 304 304 305 307 307 PAN 309 MONADNOC FROM AFAR 310 THE SOUTH WIND . 310 FAME 311 WEBSTER . 312 LINES WRITTEN IN A VOLUME OF Goethe 313 THE ENCHANTER 313 PHILOSOPHER 314 LIMITS 314 · INSCRIPTION ...
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... morning , The vapor the hill . " The babe by its mother Lies bathed in joy ; Glide its hours uncounted , - The sun is its toy ; Shines the peace of all being , Without cloud , in its eyes ; And the sum of the world In soft miniature ...
... morning , The vapor the hill . " The babe by its mother Lies bathed in joy ; Glide its hours uncounted , - The sun is its toy ; Shines the peace of all being , Without cloud , in its eyes ; And the sum of the world In soft miniature ...
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... morning bird ; - Beauty through my senses stole ; I yielded myself to the perfect whole . THE PROBLEM . I LIKE a church ; I like a cowl ; I love a prophet of the soul ; And on my heart monastic aisles Fall like sweet strains , or ...
... morning bird ; - Beauty through my senses stole ; I yielded myself to the perfect whole . THE PROBLEM . I LIKE a church ; I like a cowl ; I love a prophet of the soul ; And on my heart monastic aisles Fall like sweet strains , or ...
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... morning wind , Still whispers to the willing mind . One accent of the Holy Ghost The heedless world hath never lost . I know what say the fathers wise , The Book itself before me lies , Old Chrysostom , best Augustine , And he who blent ...
... morning wind , Still whispers to the willing mind . One accent of the Holy Ghost The heedless world hath never lost . I know what say the fathers wise , The Book itself before me lies , Old Chrysostom , best Augustine , And he who blent ...
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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 EOLIAN eternal eyes fame Fate fear feet fire flame flowers forest garden genius glow gods grace 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 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 wage of love walked wave wild wind wine wings wise wood youth
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14 psl. - The hand that rounded Peter's dome, And groined the aisles of Christian Rome, Wrought in a sad sincerity ; Himself from God he could not free ; He builded better than he knew ; — The conscious stone to beauty grew.
168 psl. - BRAHMA 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. Far or forgot to me is near; Shadow and sunlight are the same; The vanished gods to me appear; And one to me are shame and fame. They reckon ill who leave me out? When me they fly, I am the wings; I am the doubter and the doubt, And I the hymn the Brahmin sings.
69 psl. - THE mountain and the squirrel Had a quarrel; And the former called the latter ' Little Prig.' Bun replied, ' You are doubtless very big ; But all sorts of things and weather Must be taken in together, To make up a year And a sphere. And I think it no disgrace To occupy my place. If 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...
14 psl. - Out from the heart of nature rolled The burdens of the Bible old; The litanies of nations came, Like the volcano's tongue of flame, Up from the burning core below, The canticles of love and woe.
13 psl. - I fetched my sea-born treasures home; But the poor, unsightly, noisome things Had left their beauty on the shore With the sun and the sand and the wild uproar. The lover watched his graceful maid, As 'mid the virgin train she strayed, Nor knew her beauty's best attire Was woven still by the snow-white choir.
229 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...
137 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.
178 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.
133 psl. - Took the largest part of me : For this losing is true dying ; This is lordly man's down-lying, This his slow but sure reclining, Star by star his world resigning. 0 child of paradise, Boy who made dear his father's home, In whose" deep eyes Men read the welfare of the times to come, 1 am too much bereft. The world dishonored thou hast left. O truth's and nature's costly lie ! O trusted broken prophecy ! O richest fortune sourly crossed! Born for the future, to the future lost!
271 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.