Merlin I (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Thy trivial harp will never please Or fill my craving ear; Its chords should ring as blows the breeze, Free, ...
Thy trivial harp will never please Or fill my craving ear; Its chords should ring as blows the breeze, Free, ...
I Thy trivial harp will never please Or fill my craving ear; Its chords should ring as blows the breeze, ...
Higher far, Upward, into the pure realm, Over sun or star, Over the flickering Dæmon film, Thou must mount for ...
One night when I went down Thames' side, in London Town, A heap of rags saw I, And sat me ...
They lived apart for three long years, Bill Barnes and Nell his wife; He took his joy from other girls, ...
Wintah, summah, snow er shine, Hit's all de same to me, Ef only I kin call you mine, An' keep ...
My Portion is Defeat -- today -- A paler luck than Victory -- Less Paeans -- fewer Bells -- The ...
The healed Heart shows its shallow scar With confidential moan -- Not mended by Mortality Are Fabrics truly torn -- ...
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
I How should I seek to make a song for thee When all my music is to moan thy name? ...
"Aug." 10, 1911. Full moon to-night; and six and twenty years Since my full moon first broke from angel spheres! ...
I How should I seek to make a song for thee When all my music is to moan thy name? ...
"Aug." 10, 1911. Full moon to-night; and six and twenty years Since my full moon first broke from angel spheres! ...
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
I There was an ancient City, stricken down With a strange frenzy, and for many a day They paced from ...
Sent to a friend who had complained that I was glad enough to see him when he came, but didn't ...
Up the ash tree climbs the ivy, Up the ivy climbs the sun, With a twenty-thousand pattering, Has a valley ...
The shades of night was fallin' slow As through New York a guy did go And nail on ev'ry barroom ...
Poor restless dove, I pity thee; And when I hear thy plaintive moan, I mourn for thy captivity, And in ...
Though bleak these woods, and damp the ground With fallen leaves so thickly strown, And cold the wind that wanders ...
Though bleak these woods and damp the ground With fallen leaves so thickly strewn, And cold the wind that wanders ...
Poor restless dove, I pity thee; And when I hear thy plaintive moan, I mourn for thy captivity, And in ...
SHE will not sleep, for fear of dreams, But, rising, quits her restless bed, And walks where some beclouded beams ...
THIS last denial of my faith, Thou, solemn Priest, hast heard; And, though upon my bed of death, I call ...
The blue bell is the sweetest flower That waves in summer air; Its blossoms have the mightiest power To soothe ...
Well hast thou spoken, and yet, not taught A feeling strange or new; Thou hast but roused a latent thought, ...
Before thy shrine I kneel, an unknown worshipper, Chanting strange hymns to thee and sorrowful litanies, Incense of dirges, prayers ...
In darkness the loud sea makes moan; And earth is shaken, and all evils creep About her ways. Oh, now ...
In darkness the loud sea makes moan; And earth is shaken, and all evils creep About her ways. Oh, now ...
O Lord, Thou hear'st my daily moan And see'st my dropping tears. My troubles all are Thee before, My longings ...
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