The Snowstorm (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poems)
Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields,Seems nowhere to alight: the whited ...
Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields,Seems nowhere to alight: the whited ...
NOW Winter pours his terrors o'er the plain,And icy barriers close the wild domain,From the fierce North the sweeping blast ...
I.Before PROSPERO'S cell. Moonlight.ARIEL.So - Prospero is gone - and I am free -Free, free at last. His latest charge ...
Rejoice in God, O ye Tongues; give the glory to the Lord, and the Lamb. Nations, and languages, and every ...
With sense keen all nerves alert.we move along the track,with weapons gripped in ready hands,all ready for the trap;That the ...
A little hand came knocking on my door:"Let me turn in: I won't be bad no more!"A little voice in ...
IWhen to his class the surgeon's skilful blade Reveals the mysteries of the inner man, So lost is science, brooding ...
463I live with Him-I see His face-I go no more awayFor Visitor-or Sundown-Death's single privacyThe Only One-forestalling Mine-And that-by Right ...
This is the year the old ones, the old great ones leave us alone on the road. The road leads ...
For Elizabeth Bishop Nautilus Island's hermit heiress still lives through winter in her Spartan cottage; her sheep still graze above ...
St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through ...
Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: ...
I live with Him -- I see His face -- I go no more away For Visitor -- or Sundown ...
There is a solitude of space A solitude of sea A solitude of death, but these Society shall be Compared ...
To the Memory of the Household It Describes This Poem is Dedicated by the Author "As the Spirit of Darkness ...
Rejoice in God, O ye Tongues; give the glory to the Lord, and the Lamb. Nations, and languages, and every ...
Content, the false World's best disguise, The search and faction of the Wise, Is so abstruse and hid in night, ...
The night is only a sort of carbon paper, Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of stars Letting in the light, ...
Like the vain curlings of the watery maze, Which in smooth streams a sinking weight does raise, So Man, declining ...
Like the vain Curlings of the Watry maze, Which in smooth streams a sinking Weight does raise; So Man, declining ...
From cold Norse caves or buccaneer Southern seas Oft come repenting tempests here to die; Bewailing old-time wrecks and robberies, ...
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