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 ...
PREFACE.My early mistress, now my ancient Muse,That strong Circaean liquor cease t'infuse,Wherewith thou didst intoxicate my youth,Now stoop with disenchanted ...
I.Let those who pine in pride or in revenge,Or think that ill for ill should be repaid,Who barter wrong for ...
O Land of Promise! from what Pisgah's height Can I behold thy stretch of peaceful bowers,Thy golden harvests flowing out of ...
Hush! She is dead! Tread gently as the light Foots dim the weary room. Thou shalt behold. Look:--In death's ermine pomp of ...
In vain--ah me!--in vain, with murmured charmOf love--inwoven sounds, would I recallThe long--forgotten art--in vain imploreAt noon the colouring of ...
Dream of splendour, bright and gay, Disenchanted all too soon,Dimly fading fast away Like a half-remember'd tune,—Lo! my spirit's heart is sad For ...
A dozen girls' chemisesdrying on a line,floral lace at the breastlike rose windows in a Gothic cathedral.Lord,shield Thou me from ...
What magic is there in thy mien What sorcery in thy smile,Which charms away all cark and care,Which turns the foul ...
He who first stretched his nerves of subtile wireOver the land and through the sea-depths still,Thought only of the flame-winged ...
Fair Mother Earth lay on her back last night, To gaze her fill on Autumn's sunset skies, When at a ...
'Twas but a dream; a fond and foolish dream; The calenture of a delirious brain,Whose fever thirst creates the rushing ...
The crimson sun is sinking, And the Highland hills are blue,And the silver lake is sleeping At the back of ...
BREAK, long wave, below my feet! Wind and meet, Sea-streams that the moon hath shaken! From the shingle white and ...
GIVE me thy dreams, she said, and I With empty hands and very poor, Watched my fair flowery ...
If all our life were one broad glareOf sunlight, clear, unclouded;If all our path were smooth and fair,By no soft ...
OUR boat has drifted with the stream That stirs the river's full sweet bosom And now she stays ...
An agitation of the air, A perturbation of the light Admonished me the unloved year Would turn on its hinge ...
Of all our antic sights and pageantry Which English idiots run in crowds to see, The Polish Medal bears the ...
Stars wheel in purple, yours is not so rare as Hesperus, nor yet so great a star as bright Aldeboran ...
There were faces to remember in the Valley of the Shadow, There were faces unregarded, there were faces to forget; ...
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