Musketaquid (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Because I was content with these poor fields, Low open meads, slender and sluggish streams, And found a home in ...
Because I was content with these poor fields, Low open meads, slender and sluggish streams, And found a home in ...
The south-wind brings Life, sunshine, and desire, And on every mount and meadow Breathes aromatic fire, But over the dead ...
Virtue runs before the muse And defies her skill, She is rapt, and doth refuse To wait a painter's will. ...
All that I had I brought, Little enough I know; A poor rhyme roughly wrought, A rose to match thy ...
Our college rhymes,--how light they seem, Like little ghosts of love's young dream That led our boyish hearts away From ...
Dear love, for nothing less than thee Would I have broke this happy dream; It was a theme For reason, ...
The Only News I know Is Bulletins all Day From Immortality. The Only Shows I see -- Tomorrow and Today ...
The Outer -- from the Inner Derives its Magnitude -- 'Tis Duke, or Dwarf, according As is the Central Mood ...
Down Time's quaint stream Without an oar We are enforced to sail Our Port a secret Our Perchance a Gale ...
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
"Me too, perchance, in future days, The sculptured stone shall show, With Paphian myrtle or with bays Parnassian on my ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
I am that hawk of gold Proud in adamantine poise On the pillars of torqoise, See,beyond ...
I am that hawk of gold Proud in adamantine poise On the pillars of torqoise, See,beyond ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
Beneath the blaze of a tropical sun the mountain peaks are the Thrones of Frost, through the absence of objects ...
Like a lone Arab, old and blind, Some caravan had left behind, Who sits beside a ruin'd well, Where the ...
Notus in fratres animi paterni. Hor. Carm. lib.II.2. A bless?d lot hath he, who having passed His youth and early ...
Well, they are gone, and here must I remain, This lime-tree bower my prison! I have lost Beauties and feelings, ...
No cloud, no relique of the sunken day Distinguishes the West, no long thin slip Of sullen light, no obscure ...
A green and silent spot, amid the hills, A small and silent dell ! O'er stiller place No singing sky-lark ...
Well, they are gone, and here must I remain, This lime-tree bower my prison! I have lost Beauties and feelings, ...
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
i Blustering God, Stamping across the sky With loud swagger, I fear You not. No, though from Your highest heaven ...
Brightly the sun of summer shone, Green fields and waving woods upon, And soft winds wandered by; Above, a sky ...
NOT in scorn do I reprove thee, Not in pride thy vows I waive, But, believe, I could not love ...
SOME have won a wild delight, By daring wilder sorrow; Could I gain thy love to-night, I'd hazard death to-morrow. ...
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