The Complete Works of Ralph Waldo Emerson: PoemsHoughton Mifflin, 1918 |
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... hills alone , - A secret nook in a pleasant land , Whose groves the frolic fairies planned ; Where arches green , the livelong day , Echo the blackbird's roundelay , And vulgar feet have never trod A spot that is GOOD-BYE.
... hills alone , - A secret nook in a pleasant land , Whose groves the frolic fairies planned ; Where arches green , the livelong day , Echo the blackbird's roundelay , And vulgar feet have never trod A spot that is GOOD-BYE.
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... hill - top looking down ; The heifer that lows in the upland farm , Far - heard , lows not thine ear to charm ; The sexton , tolling his bell at noon , Deems not that great Napoleon Stops his horse , and lists with delight , Whilst his ...
... hill - top looking down ; The heifer that lows in the upland farm , Far - heard , lows not thine ear to charm ; The sexton , tolling his bell at noon , Deems not that great Napoleon Stops his horse , and lists with delight , Whilst his ...
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... hill . " The babe by its mother Lies bathed in joy ; Glide its hours uncounted , The sun is its toy ; Shines the peace of all being , Without cloud , in its eyes ; And the sum of the world In soft miniature lies . " But man crouches and ...
... hill . " The babe by its mother Lies bathed in joy ; Glide its hours uncounted , The sun is its toy ; Shines the peace of all being , Without cloud , in its eyes ; And the sum of the world In soft miniature lies . " But man crouches and ...
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... hill ! I fancy these pure waters and the flags Know me , as does my dog : we sympathize ; And , I affirm , my actions smack of the soil . ' Where are these men ? Asleep beneath their grounds : And strangers , fond as they , their ...
... hill ! I fancy these pure waters and the flags Know me , as does my dog : we sympathize ; And , I affirm , my actions smack of the soil . ' Where are these men ? Asleep beneath their grounds : And strangers , fond as they , their ...
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... hills and woods , the river , and the heaven , And veils the farm - house at the garden's end . The sled and traveller stopped , the courier's feet Delayed , all friends shut out , the housemates sit Around the radiant fireplace ...
... hills and woods , the river , and the heaven , And veils the farm - house at the garden's end . The sled and traveller stopped , the courier's feet Delayed , all friends shut out , the housemates sit Around the radiant fireplace ...
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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.