May-Day (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poems)
Daughter of Heaven and Earth, coy Spring,With sudden passion languishing,Maketh all things softly smile,Painteth pictures mile on mile,Holds a cup ...
Daughter of Heaven and Earth, coy Spring,With sudden passion languishing,Maketh all things softly smile,Painteth pictures mile on mile,Holds a cup ...
When man first walked upright and soberly Reflecting as he paced to and fro,And no more swinging from wide tree to ...
A HAPPY day at Whitsuntide,As soon 's the zun begun to vall,We all stroll'd up the steep hill-zideTo Meldon, gret ...
The fire burns lowWhere it has burned ages ago,Sinks and sighsAs it has done to a hundred eyesStaring, staringAt the ...
TO--- Dear H---, it was you who laid it down That up to Christmas we've no fogs in town; And then you asked ...
The springtime mountain is on fire;buds are burning unopened.Enough water is at handto vanquish the headland blaze.But smokeless embers in ...
OSMOTAR THE BRIDE-ADVISERNow the bride must be instructed,Who will teach the Maid of Beauty,Who instruct the Rainbow-daughter?Osmotar, the wisdom-maiden,Kalew's fair ...
Here me, ye smokeless skies and grass-green earth, Since by your sufferance still I breathe and live!Through you fond Nature ...
So they won't ship me over today, eh?Too old, did you say, an' too lame?It's a hard knock, Cap'n, t' ...
One time, 'way back where the year marks fadeGod said: "I see I must lose my West,The place where I've ...
THERE is a budding morrow in midnight:-So sang our Keats, our English nightingale.And here, as lamps across the bridge turn ...
Out walking in the frozen swamp one gray day I paused and said, 'I will turn back from here. No, ...
Look at this storm, the idiot, pouring its heart out here, of all places, an industrial suburb on a Sunday, ...
Darling, you think it's love, it's just a midnight journey. Best are the dales and rivers removed by force, as ...
1 Faster, faster, 2 O Circe, Goddess, 3 Let the wild, thronging train 4 The bright procession 5 Of eddying ...
The Youth Faster, faster, O Circe, Goddess, Let the wild, thronging train The bright procession Of eddying forms, Sweep through ...
Earth has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight ...
Swift as a spirit hastening to his task Of glory & of good, the Sun sprang forth Rejoicing in his ...
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