The Complete Works of Ralph Waldo Emerson: PoemsHoughton, Mifflin, 1918 |
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... 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 thought His awful Jove ...
... 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 thought His awful Jove ...
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... Falls , in turn , a new degree . When a god is once beguiled By beauty of a mortal child And by her radiant youth delighted , He is not fooled , but warily knoweth His love shall never be requited . And thus the wise Immortal doeth ...
... Falls , in turn , a new degree . When a god is once beguiled By beauty of a mortal child And by her radiant youth delighted , He is not fooled , but warily knoweth His love shall never be requited . And thus the wise Immortal doeth ...
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... falling rain Arrived in time to swell his grain ; Stream could not so perversely wind But corn of Guy's was there to grind : The siroc found it on its way , To speed his sails , to dry his hay ; And the world's sun seemed to rise To ...
... falling rain Arrived in time to swell his grain ; Stream could not so perversely wind But corn of Guy's was there to grind : The siroc found it on its way , To speed his sails , to dry his hay ; And the world's sun seemed to rise To ...
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... race . It seemed as if the breezes brought him , It seemed as if the sparrows taught him ; As if by secret sight he knew Where , in far fields , the orchis grew . Many haps fall in the field Seldom seen by wishful 44 WOODNOTES.
... race . It seemed as if the breezes brought him , It seemed as if the sparrows taught him ; As if by secret sight he knew Where , in far fields , the orchis grew . Many haps fall in the field Seldom seen by wishful 44 WOODNOTES.
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Ralph Waldo Emerson Edward Waldo Emerson. Many haps fall in the field Seldom seen by wishful eyes , But all her shows ... falls , - One crash , the death - hymn of the perfect tree , Declares the close of its green century . Low lies the ...
Ralph Waldo Emerson Edward Waldo Emerson. Many haps fall in the field Seldom seen by wishful eyes , But all her shows ... falls , - One crash , the death - hymn of the perfect tree , Declares the close of its green century . Low lies the ...
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Page 195 - IF the red slayer think he slays, Or if the slain think he is slain, They know not well the subtle ways I keep, and pass, and turn again. Far or forgot to me is near; Shadow and sunlight are the same; The vanished gods to me appear; And one to me are shame and fame. They reckon ill who leave me out; When me they fly, I am the wings; I am the doubter and the doubt, And I the hymn the Brahmin sings.
Page 8 - Out from the heart of nature rolled The burdens of the Bible old; The litanies of nations came, Like the volcano's tongue of flame, Up from the burning core below, — The canticles of love and woe...
Page 158 - BY the rude bridge that arched the flood, Their flag to April's breeze unfurled, Here once the embattled farmers stood And fired the shot heard round the world.
Page 6 - I thought the sparrow's note from heaven, Singing at dawn on the alder bough; I brought him home, in his nest, at even ; He sings the song, but it cheers not now, For I did not bring home the river and sky; — He sang to my ear, — they sang to my eye.
Page 42 - Out of an unseen quarry evermore Furnished with tile, the fierce artificer Curves his white bastions with projected roof Round every windward stake, or tree, or door. Speeding, the myriad-handed, his wild work So fanciful, so savage, nought cares he For number or proportion.
Page 40 - And brier-roses, dwelt among; All beside was unknown waste, All was picture as he passed. Wiser far than human seer, Yellow-breeched philosopher ! Seeing only what is fair, Sipping only what is sweet, Thou dost mock at fate and care, Leave the chaff, and take the wheat. When the fierce northwestern blast Cools sea and land so far and fast, Thou already slumberest deep; Woe and want thou canst outsleep; Want and woe, which torture us, Thy sleep makes ridiculous.
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 9 - Such and so grew these holy piles, Whilst love and terror laid the tiles. Earth proudly wears the Parthenon, As the best gem upon her zone...
Page 35 - Where are these men? Asleep beneath their grounds: And strangers, fond as they, their furrows plough. Earth laughs in flowers, to see her boastful boys Earth-proud, proud of the earth which is not theirs; Who steer the plough, but cannot steer their feet Clear of the grave.
Page 7 - 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.