The Adirondacs (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poems)
A JOURNAL.DEDICATED TO MY FELLOW-TRAVELLERS IN AUGUST, 1858.Wise and polite,--and if I drewTheir several portraits, you would ownChaucer had no ...
A JOURNAL.DEDICATED TO MY FELLOW-TRAVELLERS IN AUGUST, 1858.Wise and polite,--and if I drewTheir several portraits, you would ownChaucer had no ...
One summer morning, when the sun was hot,Weary with labor in his garden-plot,On a rude bench beneath his cottage eaves,Ser ...
The sword was sheathed: in April's sunLay green the fields by Freedom won;And severed sections, weary of debates,Joined hands at ...
CENTENNIAL CELEBRATION, SEPTEMBER 14, 1869BONAPARTE, AUGUST 15, 1769.-HUMBOLDT, SEPTEMBER 14, 1769ERE yet the warning chimes of midnight sound,Set back the ...
In the year eighteen seventy-six, A Fourth of July celebrationWas held in Grand Rapids city In honor to our nation.The largest city ...
From Alton Bay to Sandwich Dome,From Mad to Saco river,For patriarchs of the primal woodWe sought with vain endeavor.And then ...
THE FIRST VERSE OF THE SONGBY JOSEPH HOPKINSON "HAIL, Columbia! Happy land! Hail, ye heroes, heaven-born band, Who fought and bled in Freedom's ...
"Succinctae sacra Dianae".—OVIDThere the ragged sunlight layTawny on thick ferns and grayOn dark waters: dimmer,Lone and deep, the cypress groveBowered ...
Come all ye friends of Liberty, Who love our good old nation,Let hands and hearts united be, And beat the wide creation.For ...
Beneath a veil of milky whiteStands Isaac's like a hoary dovecote,The crozier irritates the grey silences,The heart understands the airy ...
Beneath a veil of milky whiteStands Isaac's like a hoary dovecote,The crozier irritates the grey silences,The heart understands the airy rite.The ...
How many lives, made beautiful and sweet By self-devotion and by self-restraint, Whose pleasure is to run without complaint On unknown errands of ...
A Hundred years - and she had sat, a queenSheltering her children, opening wide her gatesTo all the inflowing tribes ...
And now, when poets are singing Their songs of olden days, And now, when the land is ringing With sweet ...
O good old Year! this night's your last.And must you go? With you I've passedSome days that bear revision.For these ...
To Portland.(From A Centennial Poem)O City of my heart! in dreams, Sweet dreams, I see thee as of yore,And catch ...
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