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 ...
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 ...
The word of the Lord by nightTo the watching Pilgrims came,As they sat by the seaside,And filled their hearts with ...
Thee, dear friend, a brother soothes,Not with flatteries, but truths,Which tarnish not, but purifyTo light which dims the morning's eye.I ...
And I behold once moreMy old familiar haunts; here the blue river,The same blue wonder that my infant eyeAdmired, sage ...
I do not count the hours I spendIn wandering by the sea;The forest is my loyal friend,Like God it useth ...
Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields,Seems nowhere to alight: the whited ...
Askest "How long thou shall stay?"Devastator of the day!Know, each substance and relationThorough nature's operation,Hath its unit, bound, and metre,And ...
Because I was content with these poor fields, Low open meads, slender and sluggish streams, And found a home in ...
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 ...
I cannot spare water or wine, Tobacco-leaf, or poppy, or rose; From the earth-poles to the Line, All between that ...
The rain has spoiled the farmer's day; Shall sorrow put my books away? Thereby are two days lost: Nature shall ...
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 ...
I Alphonso live and learn, Seeing nature go astern. Things deteriorate in kind, Lemons run to leaves and rind, Meagre ...
Bulkeley, Hunt, Willard, Hosmer, Meriam, Flint, Possessed the land which rendered to their toil Hay, corn, roots, hemp, flax, apples, ...
Knows he who tills this lonely field To reap its scanty corn, What mystic fruit his acres yield At midnight ...
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, ...
Bring me wine, but wine which never grew In the belly of the grape, Or grew on vine whose tap-roots, ...
Man was made of social earth, Child and brother from his birth; Tethered by a liquid cord Of blood through ...
I like a church, I like a cowl, I love a prophet of the soul, And on my heart monastic ...
Venus, when her son was lost, Cried him up and down the coast, In hamlets, palaces, and parks, And told ...
Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: ...
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