The Complete Works of Ralph Waldo Emerson: PoemsHoughton Mifflin, 1918 |
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... heart monastic aisles Fall like sweet strains , or pensive smiles ; Yet not for all his faith can see Would I that cowlèd churchman be . Why , should the vest on him allure , Which I could not on me endure ? Not from a vain or shallow ...
... heart monastic aisles Fall like sweet strains , or pensive smiles ; Yet not for all his faith can see Would I that cowlèd churchman be . Why , should the vest on him allure , Which I could not on me endure ? Not from a vain or shallow ...
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... heart through chanting choirs , And through the priest the mind inspires . The word unto the prophet spoken Was writ on tables yet unbroken ; The word by seers or sibyls told , In groves of oak , or fanes of gold , Still floats upon the ...
... heart through chanting choirs , And through the priest the mind inspires . The word unto the prophet spoken Was writ on tables yet unbroken ; The word by seers or sibyls told , In groves of oak , or fanes of gold , Still floats upon the ...
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... heart has burned ; If thy love is unreturned ; Hide thy grief within thy breast , Though it tear thee unexpressed ; For when love has once departed From the eyes of the false - hearted , And one by one has torn off quite The bandages of ...
... heart has burned ; If thy love is unreturned ; Hide thy grief within thy breast , Though it tear thee unexpressed ; For when love has once departed From the eyes of the false - hearted , And one by one has torn off quite The bandages of ...
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... heart knows , Profuse in love , the king bestows , Saying , Hearken ! Earth , Sea , Air ! This monument of my despair Build I to the All - Good , All - Fair . Not for a private good , But I , from my beatitude , Albeit scorned as none ...
... heart knows , Profuse in love , the king bestows , Saying , Hearken ! Earth , Sea , Air ! This monument of my despair Build I to the All - Good , All - Fair . Not for a private good , But I , from my beatitude , Albeit scorned as none ...
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... this throbbing heart , And we are never old ; Over the winter glaciers I see the summer glow , And through the wild - piled snow - drift The warm rosebuds below . THE SPHINX THE Sphinx is drowsy , Her wings are THE WORLD - SOUL 19.
... this throbbing heart , And we are never old ; Over the winter glaciers I see the summer glow , And through the wild - piled snow - drift The warm rosebuds below . THE SPHINX THE Sphinx is drowsy , Her wings are THE WORLD - SOUL 19.
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Page 296 - Though love repine and reason chafe, There came a voice without reply: " 'Tis man's perdition to be safe, When for the truth he ought to die.
Page 38 - Rhodora ! if the sages ask thee why This charm is wasted on the earth and sky, Tell them, dear, that if eyes were made for seeing, Then Beauty is its own excuse for being: Why thou wert there, O rival of the rose! I never thought to ask, I never knew: But, in my simple ignorance, suppose The self-same Power that brought me there brought you.
Page 119 - THINK me not unkind and rude, That I walk alone in grove and glen; I go to the god of the wood To fetch his word to men. Tax not my sloth that I Fold my arms beside the brook; Each cloud that floated in the sky Writes a letter in my book. Chide me not, laborious band, For the idle flowers I brought; Every aster in my hand Goes home loaded with a thought.
Page 54 - For Nature beats in perfect tune, And rounds with rhyme her every rune, Whether she work in land or sea, Or hide underground her alchemy. Thou canst not wave thy staff in air, Or dip thy paddle in the lake, But it carves the bow of beauty there, And the ripples in rhymes the oar forsake.
Page 409 - The word unto the prophet spoken Was writ on tables yet unbroken ; The word by seers or sibyls told, In groves of oak, or fanes of gold, Still floats upon the morning wind, Still whispers to the willing mind.
Page 252 - As the bird trims her to the gale, I trim myself to the storm of time, I man the rudder, reef the sail, Obey the voice at eve obeyed at prime: 'Lowly faithful, banish fear, Right onward drive unharmed; The port, well worth the cruise, is near, And every wave is charmed.
Page 281 - The rounded world is fair to see, Nine times folded in mystery: Though baffled seers cannot impart The secret of its laboring heart, Throb thine with Nature's throbbing breast, And all is clear from east to west.
Page 518 - Travelling is a fool's paradise. Our first journeys discover to us the indifference of places. At home I dream that at Naples, at Rome, I can be intoxicated with beauty and lose my sadness. I pack my trunk, embrace my friends, embark on the sea and at last wake up in Naples, and there beside me is the stern fact, the sad self, unrelenting, identical, that I fled from.
Page 7 - As the best gem upon her zone, And Morning opes with haste her lids To gaze upon the Pyramids ; . * O'er England's abbeys bends the sky, As on its friends, with kindred eye ; For out of Thought's interior sphere These wonders rose to upper air...
Page 5 - Fresh pearls to their enamel gave, And the bellowing of the savage sea Greeted their safe escape to me. I wiped away the weeds and foam, I fetched my sea-born treasures home; But the poor, unsightly, noisome things Had left their beauty on the shore j With the sun and the sand and the wild uproar.