Emerson's Complete Works: PoemsHoughton, Mifflin, 1883 |
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... wine nor brains perpetual pump . Men and gods are too extense ; Could you slacken and condense ? Your rank overgrowths reduce Till your kinds abound with juice ? Earth , crowded , cries , ' Too many men ! ' My counsel is , kill nine in ...
... wine nor brains perpetual pump . Men and gods are too extense ; Could you slacken and condense ? Your rank overgrowths reduce Till your kinds abound with juice ? Earth , crowded , cries , ' Too many men ! ' My counsel is , kill nine in ...
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Ralph Waldo Emerson James Elliot Cabot. MITHRIDATES . I CANNOT spare water or wine , Tobacco - leaf , or poppy , or rose ; From the earth - poles to the line , All between that works or grows , Every thing is kin of mine . Give me agates ...
Ralph Waldo Emerson James Elliot Cabot. MITHRIDATES . I CANNOT spare water or wine , Tobacco - leaf , or poppy , or rose ; From the earth - poles to the line , All between that works or grows , Every thing is kin of mine . Give me agates ...
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... wine and roses say ; The mountain chase , the summer waves , The crowded town , thy feet may well delay . Set not thy foot on graves ; Nor seek to unwind the shroud Which charitable Time And Nature have allowed To wrap the errors of a ...
... wine and roses say ; The mountain chase , the summer waves , The crowded town , thy feet may well delay . Set not thy foot on graves ; Nor seek to unwind the shroud Which charitable Time And Nature have allowed To wrap the errors of a ...
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... wine into his well . He had so sped his wise affairs That he caught Nature in his snares . Early or late , the falling rain Arrived in time to swell his grain ; Stream could not so perversely wind But corn of Guy's was there to grind ...
... wine into his well . He had so sped his wise affairs That he caught Nature in his snares . Early or late , the falling rain Arrived in time to swell his grain ; Stream could not so perversely wind But corn of Guy's was there to grind ...
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... wine To every age , to every race ; Unto every race and age He emptieth the beverage ; Unto each , and unto all , Maker and original . The world is the ring of his spells , And the play of his miracles . As he giveth to all to drink ...
... wine To every age , to every race ; Unto every race and age He emptieth the beverage ; Unto each , and unto all , Maker and original . The world is the ring of his spells , And the play of his miracles . As he giveth to all to drink ...
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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.