May-Day (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poems)
Daughter of Heaven and Earth, coy Spring,With sudden passion languishing,Maketh all things softly smile,Painteth pictures mile on mile,Holds a cup ...
Daughter of Heaven and Earth, coy Spring,With sudden passion languishing,Maketh all things softly smile,Painteth pictures mile on mile,Holds a cup ...
HOW oft has sounded whip and wheel,How oft is buckled spur to heel,How many a steed in short relayStands harnessed ...
NO more let Europe's offspring boastSuperior sense and worth;Or fancy virtue is attach'dTo any spot of earth;Nor e'er suppose that ...
Now while so many turn with love and longing To wan lands lying in the grey North Sea,To thee we turn, ...
To hurt the Negro and avoid the JewIs the curriculum. In mid-SeptemberThe entering boys, identified by hats,Wander in a maze ...
Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields,Seems nowhere to alight: the whited ...
THEE, verdant plant, with joy I greet,And welcome too my roof;Thy fragrant leaves appear more sweet,From being friendship's proof!And as ...
Across the hills and down the narrow ways, And up the valley where the free winds sweep, The earth is folded in ...
1.-THE NOMINATIONVHEN ash de var vas ober, und Beace her shnow-wice vings Vas vafin' o'er de coondry (in shpodts) like ...
Oh! when I think in what a thorny wayThe feet of men must ever walk and stray,I do not wonder ...
WHY all this haste, unhappy Maid,To reach the goal of shame?Why rush so fast from fault to fault,Nor think yourself ...
One bitter time of mourning, I remember,When day, and night, my sad heart did complain,My life, I said, was one ...
I'M glad our house is a little house, Not too tall nor too wide: I'm glad the hovering butterflies Feel ...
(For Warren Winslow, Dead At Sea) Let man have dominion over the fishes of the sea and the fowls of ...
Once when the snow of the year was beginning to fall, We stopped by a mountain pasture to say 'Whose ...
Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: ...
To the Memory of the Household It Describes This Poem is Dedicated by the Author "As the Spirit of Darkness ...
The Drunkards in the street are calling one another, Heeding not the night-wind, great of heart and gay, - Publicans ...
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