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 ...
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 ...
Sicut Patribus, sit Deus Nobis)The rocky nook with hilltops threeLooked eastward from the farms,And twice each day the flowing seaTook ...
IIf thou canst bearStrong meat of simple truthIf thou durst my words compareWith what thou thinkest in my soul's free ...
Mine are the night and morning,The pits of air, the gulf of space,The sportive sun, the gibbous moon,The innumerable days.I ...
And I behold once moreMy old familiar haunts; here the blue river,The same blue wonder that my infant eyeAdmired, sage ...
Mortal mixed of middle clay,Attempered to the night and day,Interchangeable with things,Needs no amulets nor rings.Guy possessed the talismanThat all ...
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 ...
Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields,Seems nowhere to alight: the whited ...
A ruddy drop of manly bloodThe surging sea outweighs,The world uncertain comes and goes;The lover rooted stays.I fancied he was ...
Can rules or tutors educateThe semigod whom we await?He must be musical,Tremulous, impressional,Alive to gentle influenceOf landscape and of sky,And ...
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
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 ...
Trees in groves, Kine in droves, In ocean sport the scaly herds, Wedge-like cleave the air the birds, To northern ...
The Sphinx is drowsy, Her wings are furled: Her ear is heavy, She broods on the world. "Who'll tell me ...
Bring me wine, but wine which never grew In the belly of the grape, Or grew on vine whose tap-roots, ...
Give me truths, For I am weary of the surfaces, And die of inanition. If I knew Only the herbs ...
The sense of the world is short, Long and various the report,- To love and be beloved; Men and gods ...
Sung at the Completion of the Concord Monument, April 19th, 1836 By the rude bridge that arched the flood, Their ...
Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: ...
Good-by, proud world, I'm going home, Thou'rt not my friend, and I'm not thine; Long through thy weary crowds I ...
Higher far, Upward, into the pure realm, Over sun or star, Over the flickering Dæmon film, Thou must mount for ...
That you are fair or wise is vain, Or strong, or rich, or generous; You must have also the untaught ...
To laugh often and much; To win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; To earn the ...
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