The Adirondacs (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poems)
A JOURNAL.DEDICATED TO MY FELLOW-TRAVELLERS IN AUGUST, 1858.Wise and polite,--and if I drewTheir several portraits, you would ownChaucer had no ...
A JOURNAL.DEDICATED TO MY FELLOW-TRAVELLERS IN AUGUST, 1858.Wise and polite,--and if I drewTheir several portraits, you would ownChaucer had no ...
FAR in the west, where still the red man heldHis rights unrifled, dwelt an aged chief,With his young daughter. Joyous ...
MINNESOTA---When Mollie and I were married from the dear old cottage-home, In the vale between the hills of fir and pine,I ...
On through the mist of the morning,On through the midday glare;A hard, rough ride by the Rosebud's side,Cutting swaths through ...
A Rock, A River, A TreeHosts to species long since departed,Mark the mastodon.The dinosaur, who left dry tokensOf their sojourn ...
THE BRAVE FERRY-MAN[NOTE.--The great Sioux massacre in Minnesota commenced at the Agencyvillage, on the Minnesota River, early in the morning ...
On a log behind the pigsty of a modest little farm,Sits a freckled youth and lanky, red of hair and ...
Behold! I am not one that goes to Lectures or the pow-wow ofProfessors.The elementary laws never apologise: neither do I ...
O'Gorman comes! Your knives unsheathe,To slice so sweet an appetiser!Kindle the fire! and whet your teeth!And be each a man ...
D. D. O. sioux, appeal to you?And D. D. favor win?In D. D. D. appeal; and wePolitely took him in. ...
IAs in the long dead days marauding hostsOf Indians came from far Siberian coasts,And drove the peaceful Aztecs from their ...
I'm living in an eastern stateAnd though I do my bestTo make it feel like home to meMy heart's still ...
Forth on the fatal morn,Proud as the waves of HornRode the cavalier;Followed by gallant men,Far in a rocky glenTo disappear."Halt!" ...
In that desolate land and lone, Where the Big Horn and Yellowstone Roar down their mountain path, By their fires ...
Under the bunker, where the reek of kerosene Prepared the marriage rite, leader and whore, Imperfect kindling even in this ...
I stayed the night for shelter at a farm Behind the mountains, with a mother and son, Two old-believers. They ...
A Rock, A River, A Tree Hosts to species long since departed, Mark the mastodon. The dinosaur, who left dry ...
FROM far Dakota's cañons, Lands of the wild ravine, the dusky Sioux, the lonesome stretch, the silence, Haply to-day a ...
I was only a young man In those days. On that evening The cold was so God damned Bitter there ...
BOOK FIRST. I. ALL valor died not on the plains of Troy. Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joy ...
Little Indian, Sioux, or Crow, Little frosty Eskimo, Little Turk or Japanee, Oh! don't you wish that you were me? ...
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