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 ...
A JOURNAL.DEDICATED TO MY FELLOW-TRAVELLERS IN AUGUST, 1858.Wise and polite,--and if I drewTheir several portraits, you would ownChaucer had no ...
Man was made of social earth,Child and brother from his birth;Tethered by a liquid cordOf blood through veins of kindred ...
I do not count the hours I spendIn wandering by the sea;The forest is my loyal friend,Like God it useth ...
At anchor in Hampton Roads we lay,On board of the Cumberland, sloop-of-war;And at times from the fortress across the bayThe ...
Was never form and never faceSo sweet to SEYD as only graceWhich did not slumber like a stone,But hovered gleaming ...
In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes,I found the fresh Rhodora in the woods,Spreading its leafless blooms in a damp ...
Grace, Beauty, and CapriceBuild this golden portal;Graceful women, chosen men,Dazzle every mortal.Their sweet and lofty countenanceHis enchanted food;He need not ...
Because I was content with these poor fields, Low open meads, slender and sluggish streams, And found a home in ...
When I was born, From all the seas of strength Fate filled a chalice, Saying, This be thy portion, child; ...
The Sphynx is drowsy, Her wings are furled, Her ear is heavy, She broods on the world.? "Who'll tell me ...
The sinful painter drapes his goddess warm, Because she still is naked, being drest; The godlike sculptor will not so ...
IT fell in the ancient periods Which the brooding soul surveys, Or ever the wild Time coin'd itself Into calendar ...
On being asked, Whence is the flower? In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes, I found the fresh Rhodora in ...
"May be true what I had heard, Earth's a howling wilderness Truculent with fraud and force," Said I, strolling through ...
The Sphinx is drowsy, Her wings are furled: Her ear is heavy, She broods on the world. "Who'll tell me ...
Man was made of social earth, Child and brother from his birth; Tethered by a liquid cord Of blood through ...
Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown, Of thee, from the hill-top looking down; And the heifer, that lows ...
Who gave thee, O Beauty! The keys of this breast, Too credulous lover Of blest and unblest? Say when in ...
That you are fair or wise is vain, Or strong, or rich, or generous; You must have also the untaught ...
To laugh often and much; To win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; To earn the ...
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