The Complete Works of Ralph Waldo Emerson: PoemsHoughton Mifflin, 1918 |
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... woods , From the fragrant solitudes ; - Listen what the poplar - tree And murmuring waters counselled me . If with love thy heart has burned ; If thy love is unreturned ; Hide thy grief within thy breast , Though it tear thee ...
... woods , From the fragrant solitudes ; - Listen what the poplar - tree And murmuring waters counselled me . If with love thy heart has burned ; If thy love is unreturned ; Hide thy grief within thy breast , Though it tear thee ...
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... all zones and altitudes ; From all natures , sharp and slimy , Salt and basalt , wild and tame : Tree and lichen , ape , sea - lion , Bird , and reptile , be my game . Ivy for my fillet band ; Blinding dog - wood 28 MITHRIDATES MITHRIDATES.
... all zones and altitudes ; From all natures , sharp and slimy , Salt and basalt , wild and tame : Tree and lichen , ape , sea - lion , Bird , and reptile , be my game . Ivy for my fillet band ; Blinding dog - wood 28 MITHRIDATES MITHRIDATES.
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... wood in my hand ; Hemlock for my sherbet cull me , And the prussic juice to lull me ; Swing me in the upas boughs , Vampyre - fanned , when I carouse . Too long shut in strait and few , Thinly dieted on dew , I will use the world , and ...
... wood in my hand ; Hemlock for my sherbet cull me , And the prussic juice to lull me ; Swing me in the upas boughs , Vampyre - fanned , when I carouse . Too long shut in strait and few , Thinly dieted on dew , I will use the world , and ...
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... wood . ' Each of these landlords walked amidst his farm , Saying , ' Tis mine , my children's and my name's . How sweet the west wind sounds in my own trees ! How graceful climb those shadows on my hill ! I fancy these pure waters and ...
... wood . ' Each of these landlords walked amidst his farm , Saying , ' Tis mine , my children's and my name's . How sweet the west wind sounds in my own trees ! How graceful climb those shadows on my hill ! I fancy these pure waters and ...
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... and to their heirs Who shall succeed , Without fail , Forevermore . Here is the land , Shaggy with wood , With its old valley , Mound and flood . But the heritors ? Fled like the flood's foam . The lawyer , and 36 HAMATREYA.
... and to their heirs Who shall succeed , Without fail , Forevermore . Here is the land , Shaggy with wood , With its old valley , Mound and flood . But the heritors ? Fled like the flood's foam . The lawyer , and 36 HAMATREYA.
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Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.