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Ralph Waldo Emerson: Terminus
TerminusIt is time to be old, To take in sail:— The god of bounds, Who sets to seas a shore, Came to me in his fatal rounds, And said: 'No more! No farther shoot Thy broad ambitious branches…Ralph Waldo Emerson: The Adirondacs
The AdirondacsA JournalDedicated to My Fellow Travellers in August, 1858 Wise and polite,—and if I drew Their several portraits, you would own Chaucer had no such worthy crew,…Ralph Waldo Emerson: The Amulet
The AmuletYour picture smiles as first it smiled; The ring you gave is still the same; Your letter tells, O changing child! No tidings since it came. Give me an amulet That keeps…Ralph Waldo Emerson: The Apology
The ApologyThink 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…Ralph Waldo Emerson: The Bell
The BellI love thy music, mellow bell, I love thine iron chime, To life or death, to heaven or hell, Which calls the sons of Time. Thy voice upon the deep The home-bound sea-boy hails,…Ralph Waldo Emerson: The Earth
The EarthOur eyeless bark sails free Though with boom and spar Andes, Alp or Himmalee, Strikes never moon or star.Ralph Waldo Emerson: The Enchanter
The EnchanterIn the deep heart of man a poet dwells Who all the day of life his summer story tells; Scatters on every eye dust of his spells, Scent, form and color; to the flowers and shells…Ralph Waldo Emerson: The Exile
The Exile(After Taliessin)The heavy blue chain Of the boundless main Didst thou, just man, endure. I have an arrow that will find its mark, A mastiff that will bite without a hark.Ralph Waldo Emerson: The Flute
The FluteFrom HilaliHark, what, now loud, now low, the pining flute complains, Without tongue, yellow-cheeked, full of winds that wail and sigh; Saying, Sweetheart! the old mystery remains,—…Ralph Waldo Emerson: The Garden
The GardenMany things the garden shows, And pleased I stray From tree to tree Watching the white pear-bloom, Bee-infested quince or plum. I could walk days, years, away Till the slow ripening…Trending
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