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Poems
Emerson, Ralph Waldo (1803-1882)
1.
I POEMS
2.
II MAY-DAY AND OTHER PIECES
3.
III ELEMENTS AND MOTTOES
4.
IV QUATRAINS AND TRANSLATIONS
5.
V APPENDIX
THE POET
FRAGMENTS ON THE POET AND THE POETIC GIFT
FRAGMENTS ON NATURE AND LIFE
NATURE
LIFE
[A train of gay and clouded days]
[No fate, save by the victim's fault, is low]
[Around the man who seeks a noble end]
[From high to higher forces]
[This shining moment is an edifice]
[Roomy Eternity]
[The beggar begs by God's command]
[In the chamber, on the stairs]
[Such another peerless queen]
[Easy to match what others do]
[Of all wit's uses the main one]
[The tongue is prone to lose the way]
[She walked in flowers around my field]
[Friends to me are frozen wine]
[You shall not love me for what daily spends]
[To and fro the Genius flies]
[Love]
[The brave Empedocles, defying fools]
[Tell men what they knew before]
[Him strong Genius urged to roam]
[That each should in his house abide]
[Thou shalt make thy house]
[The archangel Hope]
[As the drop feeds its fated flower]
[Ever the Rock of Ages melts]
[Go if thou wilt, ambrosial flower]
[Yes, sometimes to the sorrow-stricken]
[But if thou do thy best]
[Ascending thorough just degrees]
[From the stores of eldest matter]
[The bard and mystic held me for their own]
[With the key of the secret he marches faster]
SUUM CUIQUE
[If curses be the wage of love]
[When wrath and terror changed Jove's regal port]
[Shun passion, fold the hands of thrift]
[The rules to men made evident]
[On bravely through the sunshine and the showers]
THE BOHEMIAN HYMN
GRACE
INSIGHT
PAN
MONADNOC FROM AFAR
SEPTEMBER
EROS
OCTOBER
PETER'S FIELD
MUSIC
THE WALK
COSMOS
THE MIRACLE
THE WATERFALL
WALDEN
THE ENCHANTER
WRITTEN IN A VOLUME OF GOETHE
RICHES
PHILOSOPHER
INTELLECT
LIMITS
INSCRIPTION FOR A WELL IN MEMORY OF THE MARTYRS OF THE WAR
THE EXILE
[I have an arrow that will find its mark]
6.
VI POEMS OF YOUTH AND EARLY MANHOOD 1823–1834
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[She paints with white and red the moors]
She
paints with white and red the moors
To draw the nations out of doors.
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