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 ...
There is the star bloom of the mossAnd the hairy chunks of light between the conifers;There are alleys of light ...
Hulshorst, your name is likeforgotten iron, within the pinesand bitter conifers,rusts your station;where the north-bound trainwith an ungodly grindingcomes to ...
Before having knownThe black mexican dogsWho sleep without dreamingThe butt-naked monkeysGobbling up tropicsThe silver spiders inWebs riddled with bubblesI wouldn't ...
All winter long you listened for the boom Of distant cannon wheeled into their place. Sometimes outside beneath a bombers' ...
Brilliant, this day - a young virtuoso of a day. Morning shadow cut by sharpest scissors, deft hands. And every ...
The beauty of creation is found in the context of creation the story of how we began the world beginning ...
Above the bluff, the scar, the clear-cut of the power lines, a forest of pine opens to the north Surrounded ...
Miss J.Hunter Dunn, Miss J.Hunter Dunn, Furnish'd and burnish'd by Aldershot sun, What strenuous singles we played after tea, We ...
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