Merlin I (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Thy trivial harp will never please Or fill my craving ear; Its chords should ring as blows the breeze, Free, ...
Thy trivial harp will never please Or fill my craving ear; Its chords should ring as blows the breeze, Free, ...
The south-wind brings Life, sunshine, and desire, And on every mount and meadow Breathes aromatic fire, But over the dead ...
I Thy trivial harp will never please Or fill my craving ear; Its chords should ring as blows the breeze, ...
Bereaved of all, I went abroad -- No less bereaved was I Upon a New Peninsula -- The Grave preceded ...
I dreaded that first Robin, so, But He is mastered, now, I'm accustomed to Him grown, He hurts a little, ...
We, the living, buried deep in selfish grief strive to comprehend the passing of your hour, minds are numbed, aghast ...
Steve is gone, I hardly can believe the man wont cry again, I cannot credit that his energy wont bloom ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
Bhaskar Roy Barman The scene lacked for the manifestation characteristic of a scene. though the scene was promised a revealing ...
My spectre around me night and day Like a wild beast guards my way. My emanation far within Weeps incessantly ...
The night darkens fast & the shadows darken, Clouds & the rain gather about mine house, Only the wood-dove moans, ...
The unrelated paragraphs of morning Are forgotten now; the severed heads of kings Rot by the misty Thames; the roses ...
The heavenly frame sets forth the fame Of him that only thunders; The firmament, so strangely bent, Shows his handworking ...
"No, Mary, there was nothing-not a word. Nothing, and always nothing. Go again Yourself, and he may listen-or at least ...
Alas! Now o'er Britannia there hangs a gloom, Because over 400 British Tars have met with a watery tomb; Who ...
'Twas in the town of Sunderland, and in the year of 1883, That about 200 children were launch'd into eternity ...
'Twas in the year of 1898, ond on the 21st of June, The launching of the Battleship Albion caused a ...
Though humble the banquet to which I invite thee, Thou'lt find there the best a poor bard can command; Eyes, ...
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
Since you did depart Out of my reach, my darling, Into the hidden, I see each shadow start With recognition, ...
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