D (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poems)
Man was made of social earth,Child and brother from his birth;Tethered by a liquid cordOf blood through veins of kindred ...
Ralph Waldo Emerson Poems on Faces (14 Poems)
The Titmouse (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poems)
You shall not be overboldWhen you deal with arctic cold,As late I found my lukewarm bloodChilled wading in the snow-choked ...
To Rhea (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poems)
Thee, dear friend, a brother soothes,Not with flatteries, but truths,Which tarnish not, but purifyTo light which dims the morning's eye.I ...
Good-bye (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poems)
Good-bye, proud world! I'm going home;Thou art my friend, and I'm not thine.Long through thy weary crowds I roam;A river-ark ...
Una (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poems)
Roving, roving, as it seems,Una lights my clouded dreams;Still for journeys she is dressed;We wander far by east and west.In ...
Manners (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poems)
Grace, Beauty, and CapriceBuild this golden portal;Graceful women, chosen men,Dazzle every mortal.Their sweet and lofty countenanceHis enchanted food;He need not ...
The Chartist’s Complaint (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poems)
Day! hast thou two faces,Making one place two places?One, by humble farmer seen,Chill and wet, unlighted, mean,Useful only, triste and ...
The Forerunners (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Long I followed happy guides,- I could never reach their sides. Their step is forth, and, ere the day, Breaks ...
To Ellen, At The South (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
The green grass is growing, The morning wind is in it, 'Tis a tune worth the knowing, Though it change ...
Ode To William H. Channing (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Though loth to grieve The evil time's sole patriot, I cannot leave My buried thought For the priest's cant, Or ...
Dæmonic Love (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Man was made of social earth, Child and brother from his birth; Tethered by a liquid cord Of blood through ...
Good-by (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Good-by, proud world, I'm going home, Thou'rt not my friend, and I'm not thine; Long through thy weary crowds I ...
Account Of A Visit From St. Nicholas (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro' the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The ...
Fate (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
That you are fair or wise is vain, Or strong, or rich, or generous; You must have also the untaught ...