Waldeinsamkeit (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poems)
I do not count the hours I spendIn wandering by the sea;The forest is my loyal friend,Like God it useth ...
I do not count the hours I spendIn wandering by the sea;The forest is my loyal friend,Like God it useth ...
The long gray twilight falls and deeper glooms Close round the graying wood that dimmer growsAs dies the Day's last yearning ...
I stood upon the hills, when heaven's wide archWas glorious with the sun's returning march,And woods were brightened, and soft ...
Sing! gangling lad, along the brink Of wild brook-ways of shoal and deep, Where killdees dip, and cattle drink, And glinting little minnows ...
Give me a cottage on some Cambrian wild,Where, far from cities, I may spend my days,And, by the beauties of ...
Der Dichter und sein Freund.Der Freund. Freund! welches Unglueck, welche Reue Macht dir so bittern Schmerz?Der Dichter. Ach Freund! sie flieht, die Ungetreue! Und ...
Low-anchored cloud,Newfoundland air,Fountain-head and source of rivers,Dew-cloth, dream-drapery,And napkin spread by fays;Drifting meadow of the air,Where bloom the daisied banks ...
Low-anchored cloud,Newfoundland air,Fountain-head and source of rivers,Dew-cloth, dream-drapery,And napkin spread by fays;Drifting meadow of the air,Where bloom the daisied banks ...
Low-anchored cloud,Newfoundland air,Fountain head and source of rivers,Dew-cloth, dream drapery,And napkin spread by fays;Drifting meadow of the air,Where bloom the ...
I Apollo! Apollo! Apollo!II Where hast thou, Apollo, gone? I have wandered on and on, Through the shaggy Dorian gorges, ...
THE Sun is set, and gone to sleep With the fair princess of the deep, Whose bosom is his cool ...
(_Naples-on-the-Gulf_) I Behind me lie the Everglades, The mystic grassy Everglades, Where the moccasin and the ...
He shall not hear the bittern cry In the wild sky, where he is lain, Nor voices of the sweeter ...
I stood upon the hills, when heaven's wide arch Was glorious with the sun's returning march, And woods were brightened, ...
Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest ...
It is full winter now: the trees are bare, Save where the cattle huddle from the cold Beneath the pine, ...
Out upon the sand-dunes thrive the coarse long grasses; Herons standing knee-deep in the brackish pool; Overhead the sunset fire ...
Low-anchored cloud, Newfoundland air, Fountain-head and source of rivers, Dew-cloth, dream-drapery, And napkin spread by fays; Drifting meadow of the ...
Let Elizur rejoice with the Partridge, who is a prisoner of state and is proud of his keepers. Let Shedeur ...
I. Dark was the dawn, and o'er the deep The boist'rous whirlwinds blew; The Sea-bird wheel'd its circling sweep, And ...
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