The Sphynx (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
The Sphynx is drowsy, Her wings are furled, Her ear is heavy, She broods on the world.? "Who'll tell me ...
The Sphynx is drowsy, Her wings are furled, Her ear is heavy, She broods on the world.? "Who'll tell me ...
The Sphinx is drowsy, Her wings are furled: Her ear is heavy, She broods on the world. "Who'll tell me ...
Man was made of social earth, Child and brother from his birth; Tethered by a liquid cord Of blood through ...
Thou hast committed- Fornication: but that was in another country, And besides, the wench is dead. The Jew of Malta. ...
As in some countries far remote from hence The wretched creature destined to die, Having the judgement due to his ...
What? Dost thou mean to cheat me of my heart? To take all mine and give me none again? Or ...
Dim, as the borrow'd beams of moon and stars To lonely, weary, wand'ring travellers, Is reason to the soul; and ...
By our first strange and fatal interview, By all desires which thereof did ensue, By our long starving hopes, by ...
In England once there lived a big And wonderfully clever pig. To everybody it was plain That Piggy had a ...
Remorse -- is Memory -- awake -- Her Parties all astir -- A Presence of Departed Acts -- At window ...
I cannot meet the Spring unmoved -- I feel the old desire -- A Hurry with a lingering, mixed, A ...
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
Behind faces and gestures We remain mute And spoken words heavy With what we ignore or keep silent Betray us ...
Song (Act V, scene i) And this place our forefathers made for man ...
Ere on my bed my limbs I lay, It hath not been my use to pray With moving lips or ...
Behind faces and gestures We remain mute And spoken words heavy With what we ignore or keep silent Betray us ...
What I hope (when I hope) is that we'll see each other again,-- . . . and again reach the ...
The only thing I miss about Los Angeles is the Hollywood Freeway at midnight, windows down and radio blaring bearing ...
The south-wind strengthens to a gale, Across the moon the clouds fly fast, The house is smitten as with a ...
They talk of short-lived pleasure--be it so-- Pain dies as quickly; stern, hard-featured pain Expires, and lets her weary prisoner ...
Remember him, whom Passion's power Severely---deeply---vainly proved: Remember thou that dangerous hour, When neither fell, though both were loved. That ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
O SHADOWY Beauty mine, when thou shalt sleep In the deep heart of a black marble tomb; When thou for ...
AN we suppress the old Remorse Who bends our heart beneath his stroke, Who feeds, as worms feed on the ...
ANGEL of gaiety, have you tasted grief? Shame and remorse and sobs and weary spite, And the vague terrors of ...
THOU, O my Grief, be wise and tranquil still, The eve is thine which even now drops down, To carry ...
some say we should keep personal remorse from the poem, stay abstract, and there is some reason in this, but ...
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