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 ...
A JOURNAL.DEDICATED TO MY FELLOW-TRAVELLERS IN AUGUST, 1858.Wise and polite,--and if I drewTheir several portraits, you would ownChaucer had no ...
S. H.With beams December planets dartHis cold eye truth and conduct scanned,July was in his sunny heart,October in his liberal ...
Man was made of social earth,Child and brother from his birth;Tethered by a liquid cordOf blood through veins of kindred ...
I.Low and mournful be the strain,Haughty thought be far from me;Tones of penitence and pain,Moanings of the tropic sea;Low and ...
Thanks to the morning light, Thanks to the seething sea,To the uplands of New Hampshire, To the green-haired forest free;Thanks to each ...
IIf thou canst bearStrong meat of simple truthIf thou durst my words compareWith what thou thinkest in my soul's free ...
You shall not be overboldWhen you deal with arctic cold,As late I found my lukewarm bloodChilled wading in the snow-choked ...
Mine are the night and morning,The pits of air, the gulf of space,The sportive sun, the gibbous moon,The innumerable days.I ...
I am the Muse who sung alwayBy Jove, at dawn of the first day.Star-crowned, sole-sitting, long I wroughtTo fire the ...
Mortal mixed of middle clay,Attempered to the night and day,Interchangeable with things,Needs no amulets nor rings.Guy possessed the talismanThat all ...
O tenderly the haughty dayFills his blue urn with fire;One morn is in the mighty heaven,And one in our desire.The ...
This is he, who, felled by foes, Sprung harmless up, refreshed by blows He to captivity was sold, But him ...
Give to barrows, trays, and pansGrace and glimmer of romance;Bring the moonlight into noonHid in gleaming piles of stone;On the ...
Thy trivial harp will never please Or fill my craving ear; Its chords should ring as blows the breeze, Free, ...
The south-wind brings Life, sunshine, and desire, And on every mount and meadow Breathes aromatic fire, But over the dead ...
The Sphynx is drowsy, Her wings are furled, Her ear is heavy, She broods on the world.? "Who'll tell me ...
Trees in groves, Kine in droves, In ocean sport the scaly herds, Wedge-like cleave the air the birds, To northern ...
IT fell in the ancient periods Which the brooding soul surveys, Or ever the wild Time coin'd itself Into calendar ...
The Sphinx is drowsy, Her wings are furled: Her ear is heavy, She broods on the world. "Who'll tell me ...
I Thy trivial harp will never please Or fill my craving ear; Its chords should ring as blows the breeze, ...
Man was made of social earth, Child and brother from his birth; Tethered by a liquid cord Of blood through ...
Who gave thee, O Beauty! The keys of this breast, Too credulous lover Of blest and unblest? Say when in ...
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