The Complete Works of Ralph Waldo Emerson: PoemsHoughton, Mifflin, 1918 |
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... hour I have never had a true success in such attempts . " With an eager patience he waited his appointed hour when his expression should be liberated , for the message came to him listening ; " for poetry , " he said , " was all written ...
... hour I have never had a true success in such attempts . " With an eager patience he waited his appointed hour when his expression should be liberated , for the message came to him listening ; " for poetry , " he said , " was all written ...
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... hour , into his cloud ; Whether doomed to long gyration In the sea of generation , Or by knowledge grown too bright To hit the nerve of feebler sight . " Straightway , a forgetting wind Stole over the celestial kind , And their lips the ...
... hour , into his cloud ; Whether doomed to long gyration In the sea of generation , Or by knowledge grown too bright To hit the nerve of feebler sight . " Straightway , a forgetting wind Stole over the celestial kind , And their lips the ...
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... 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 blushes , Absconds and conceals THE SPHINX 28.
... 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 blushes , Absconds and conceals THE SPHINX 28.
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... hours of the year With their own harvest honored were . There was no frost but welcome came , Nor freshet , nor midsummer flame . Belonged to wind and world the toil And venture , and to Guy the oil . HAMATREYA BULKELEY , Hunt , Willard ...
... hours of the year With their own harvest honored were . There was no frost but welcome came , Nor freshet , nor midsummer flame . Belonged to wind and world the toil And venture , and to Guy the oil . HAMATREYA BULKELEY , Hunt , Willard ...
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... hours , Long days , and solid banks of flowers ; Of gulfs of sweetness without bound In Indian wildernesses found ; Of Syrian peace , immortal leisure , Firmest cheer , and bird - like pleasure . Aught unsavory or unclean Hath my insect ...
... hours , Long days , and solid banks of flowers ; Of gulfs of sweetness without bound In Indian wildernesses found ; Of Syrian peace , immortal leisure , Firmest cheer , and bird - like pleasure . Aught unsavory or unclean Hath my insect ...
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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.