The Cumberland (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poems)
At anchor in Hampton Roads we lay,On board of the Cumberland, sloop-of-war;And at times from the fortress across the bayThe ...
At anchor in Hampton Roads we lay,On board of the Cumberland, sloop-of-war;And at times from the fortress across the bayThe ...
Warrior of the youthful brow,Eager heart and eagle eye!Pants thy soul for battle now?Burns thy glance with victory?Dost thou dream ...
THE RIVAL SUITORSWainamoinen, old and truthful,Long considered, long debated,How to woo and win the daughterOf the hostess of Pohyola,How to ...
In bloom gemm'd depths, where Sylvan branches meetAbove dim paths, that thread a still retreat;Where light on tip-toe shy, steals ...
My lady sat in her bower, and span From a newly plenished creel; She loved the wild sea noise that ...
Three long days o'er the barren steppe Where the earth lay dead in her winding-sheet She measured the hours from ...
"Fair were our nation's visions, and as grandAs ever floated out of fancy-land; Children we were in simple faith, ...
The crimson color lays As bright as beauty's blush along the West; And a warm golden ...
Over that morn hung heaviness, until,Near sunless noon, we heard the ship's bell beatingA melancholy staccato on dead metal;Saw the ...
THE Queen of Birds, t'encrease the Regal Stock, Had hatch'd her young Ones in a stately Oak, Whose Middle-part was ...
Along the wharves in sailor town a singing whisper goesOf the wind among the anchored ships, the wind that blowsOff ...
Once as I slumbered, with my heart awake-- Love's lonely sentinel--my lady stood, Fair in the glory of her womanhood, ...
Unhappy poets of a sunken prime!You to reviewers are as ball to bat.They shadow you with Homer, knock you flatWith ...
In the market-place of Bruges stands the belfry old and brown; Thrice consumed and thrice rebuilded, still it watches o'er ...
Full many a dreary hour have I past, My brain bewildered, and my mind o'ercast With heaviness; in seasons when ...
St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
THE Queen of Birds, t'encrease the Regal Stock, Had hatch'd her young Ones in a stately Oak, Whose Middle-part was ...
1 TO think of time-of all that retrospection! To think of to-day, and the ages continued henceforward! Have you guess'd ...
I Hear the sledges with the bells- Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, ...
I. THE VOICE OF THE MAN IMPATIENT WITH VISIONS AND UTOPIAS We find your soft Utopias as white As new-cut ...
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