Tact (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
What boots it, thy virtue, What profit thy parts, While one thing thou lackest, The art of all arts! The ...
What boots it, thy virtue, What profit thy parts, While one thing thou lackest, The art of all arts! The ...
Trees in groves, Kine in droves, In ocean sport the scaly herds, Wedge-like cleave the air the birds, To northern ...
Venus, when her son was lost, Cried him up and down the coast, In hamlets, palaces, and parks, And told ...
Calm, sad, secure; behind high convent walls, These watch the sacred lamp, these watch and pray: And it is one ...
They please me not-- these solemn songs That hint of sermons covered up. 'T is true the world should heed ...
Take heed of loving me; At least remember I forbade it thee; Not that I shall repair my unthrifty waste ...
If He dissolve -- then -- there is nothing -- more -- Eclipse -- at Midnight -- It was dark ...
How do we discover an antidote to each other, a faculty to commune in spiteful space? Our bleeding hearts and ...
Should you be allowed sole privilege of unconscionable martyrdom? This affliction is self-pity brought by suffering as penitent to unrequited ...
Why can't I keep out of harm's way? Am I so preoccupied, simultaneously looking ahead, concurrently looking behind; concerned to ...
I Soul, what art thou in the tribes of the sea? LORD, said a flying fish, Below the foundations of ...
Because gods perceive future things, men what is happening now, but wise men perceive approaching things. Philostratus, Life of Apollonius ...
This much, O heaven-if I should brood or rave, Pity me not; but let the world be fed, Yea, in ...
Smile at us, pay us, pass us; but do not quite forget; For we are the people of England, that ...
Where the rough Caigra rolls the surgy wave, Urging his thunders thro' the echoing cave; Where the sharp rocks, in ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
The twentieth year is well nigh past Since first our sky was overcast;- Ah would that this might be the ...
THE PROLOGUE. WHEN folk had laughed all at this nice case Of Absolon and Hendy Nicholas, Diverse folk diversely they ...
THE PROLOGUE. THE Cook of London, while the Reeve thus spake, For joy he laugh'd and clapp'd him on the ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
Unchanged within, to see all changed without, Is a blank lot and hard to bear, no doubt. Yet why at ...
'Ithin the woodlands, flow'ry gleaded, By the woak tree's mossy moot, The sheenen grass-bleades, timber-sheaded, Now do quiver under voot; ...
Ho, ye lovers, list to me; Warning words have I for thee: Give ye heed, hefore ye wed, To this ...
'Ithin the woodlands, flow'ry gleaded, By the woak tree's mossy moot, The sheenen grass-bleades, timber-sheaded, Now do quiver under voot; ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
In summer's mellow midnight, A cloudless moon shone through Our open parlour window, And rose-trees wet with dew. I sat ...
You saw sagacious Solomon You know what came of him, To him complexities seemed plain. He cursed the hour that ...
The summer morn is bright and fresh, the birds are darting by, As if they loved to breast the breeze ...
Before thy shrine I kneel, an unknown worshipper, Chanting strange hymns to thee and sorrowful litanies, Incense of dirges, prayers ...
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