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Front Page Titles (by Subject) quatrains. - The Works of Ralph Waldo Emerson, vol. 9 (Poems)
quatrains. - Ralph Waldo Emerson, The Works of Ralph Waldo Emerson, vol. 9 (Poems) [1909]Edition used:The Works of Ralph Waldo Emerson, in 12 vols. Fireside Edition (Boston and New York, 1909).
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- Biographical Sketch.
- I.: Poems.
- The Sphinx.
- Each and All.
- The Problem.
- To Rhea.
- The Visit.
- Uriel.
- The World-soul.
- Alphonso of Castile.
- Mithridates.
- To J. W.
- Destiny.
- Guy.
- Hamatreya.
- Earth-song.
- Good-bye.
- The Rhodora: On Being Asked, Whence Is the Flower?
- The Humble-bee.
- Berrying.
- The Snow-storm.
- Woodnotes.
- Woodnotes.
- Monadnoc.
- Fable.
- Ode. Inscribed to W. H. Channing.
- Astræ
- étienne De La Boéce.
- Compensation.
- Forbearance.
- The Park.
- Forerunners.
- Sursum Corda.
- Ode to Beauty.
- Give All to Love.
- To Ellen At the South.
- To Eva.
- The Amulet.
- Thine Eyes Still Shined.
- Eros.
- Hermione.
- Initial, Dæmonic, and Celestial Love
- The Apology.
- Merlin.
- Merlin.
- Bacchus.
- Merops.
- Saadi.
- Holidays.
- Xenophanes.
- The Day's Ration.
- Blight.
- Musketaquid.
- Dirge. Concord, 1838.
- Threnody.
- Concord Hymn: Sung At the Completion of the Battle Monument, April 19, 1836.
- II.: May-day and Other Pieces.
- May-day.
- The Adirondacs. a Journal.
- Occasional and Misc. Pieces: Brahma.
- Fate.
- Freedom.
- Ode. Sung In the Town Hall, Concord, July 4, 1857.
- Boston Hymn. Read In Music Hall, January 1, 1863.
- Voluntaries
- Boston. Sicut Patribus, Sit Deus Nobib. [read In Faneuil Hall, On December 16, 1873, the Centennial Anniverary At the Destruction of the Tea In Roston Harbor.]
- Letters.
- Rubies.
- The Test. (musa Loquitur.)
- Solution.
- Hymn Sung At the Second Church, Boston, At the Ordination of Rev. Chandler Robbins.
- Nature and Life: Nature.
- Nature.
- The Romany Girl.
- Days.
- The Chartist's Complaint.
- My Garden.
- The Titmouse.
- The Harp.
- Sea-shore.
- Song of Nature.
- Two Rivers.
- Waldeinsamkeit.
- Terminus.
- The Nun's Aspiration.
- April.
- Maiden Speech of the æolian Harp.
- Cupido.
- The Past.
- The Last Farewell. Lines Written By the Author's Brother, Edward Bliss Emerson, Whilst Sailing Out of Boston Harbor, Bound For the Island of Porto Rico, In 1832.
- In Memoriam. Edward Bliss Emerson.
- Elements: Experience.
- Compensation.
- Politics.
- Heroism.
- Character. 1
- Culture.
- Friendship.
- Beauty.
- Manners.
- Art.
- Spiritual Laws.
- Unity.
- Worship.
- Quatrains.
- Translations.
- III.: Appendix.
- The Poet. 1
- Fragments On the Poet and the Poetic Gift. 1
- Fragments On Nature and Life.
- The Bohemian Hymn.
- Prayer.
- Grace.
- Eros.
- Written In Naples, March 1833.
- Written At Rome, 1833.
- Peter's Field. 1
- The Walk.
- May Morning.
- The Miracle.
- The Waterfall.
- Walden. 1
- Pan.
- Monadnoc From Afar.
- The South Wind.
- Fame.
- Webster. From the Phi Beta Kappa Poem, 1834.
- Written In a Volume of Goethe.
- The Enchanter.
- Philosopher.
- Limits.
- Inscription For a Well In Memory of the Martyrs of the War.
- The Exile. (after Taliessin.)
quatrains.
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- a. h.
- High was her heart, and yet was well inclined,
- Her manners made of bounty well refined;
- Far capitals and marble courts, her eye still seemed to see,
- Minstrels and kings and high-born dames, and of the best that be.
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- “suum cuique.”
- Wilt thou seal up the avenues of ill?
- Pay every debt, as if God wrote the bill.
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- hush!
- Every thought is public,
- Every nook is wide;
- Thy gossips spread each whisper,
- And the gods from side to side.
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- orator.
- He who has no hands
- Perforce must use his tongue;
- Foxes are so cunning
- Because they are not strong.
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- artist.
- Qutt the hut, frequent the palace,
- Reck not what the people say;
- For still, where'er the trees grow biggest,
- Huntsmen find the easiest way.
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- poet.
- Ever the Poet from the land
- Steers his bark and trims his sail;
- Bight out to sea his courses stand,
- New worlds to find in pinnace frail.
-
- poet.
- To clothe the fiery thought
- In simple words succeeds,
- For still the craft of genius is
- To mask a king in weeds.
-
- botanist.
- Go thou to thy learned task,
- I stay with the flowers of spring;
- Do thou of the ages ask
- What me the hours will bring.
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- gardener.
- True Brahmin, in the morning meadows wet,
- Expound the Vedas of the violet,
- Or, hid in vines, peeping through many a loop,
- See the plum redden, and the beurræ stoop.
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- forester.
- He took the color of his vest
- From rabbit's coat or grouse's breast;
- For, as the wood-kinds lurk and hide,
- So walks the woodman, unespied.
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- northman.
- The gale that wrecked you on the sand.
- It helped my rowers to row;
- The storm is my best galley hand
- And drives me where I go.
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- from alcuin.
- The sea is the road of the bold,
- Frontier of the wheat-sown plains,
- The pit wherein the streams are rolled
- And fountain of the rains.
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- excelsior.
- Over his head were the maple buds,
- And over the tree was the moon,
- And over the moon were the starry studs
- That drop from the angels’ shoon.
-
- s. h.
- With beams December planets dart
- His cold eye truth and conduct scanned,
- July was in his sunny heart,
- October in his liberal hand.
-
- borrowing.
from the french.
- Some of your hurts you have cured,
- And the sharpest you still have survived,
- But what torments of grief you endured
- From evils which never arrived!
-
- nature.
- Boon Nature yields each day a brag which we now first behold,
- And trains us on to slight the new, as if it were the old:
- But blest is he, who, playing deep, yet haply asks not why,
- Too busied with the crowded hour to fear to live or die.
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- fate.
- Her planted eye to-day controls,
- Is in the morrow most at home,
- And sternly calls to being souls
- That corse her when they come.
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- horoscope.
- Ere he was born, the stars of fate
- Plotted to make him rich and great:
- When from the womb the babe was loosed,
- The gate of gifts behind him closed.
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- power.
- Cast the bantling on the rocks,
- Suckle him with the she-wolf's teat,
- Wintered with the hawk and fox,
- Power and speed be hands and feet.
-
- climacteric.
- I am not wiser for my age,
- Nor skilful by my grief;
- Life loiters at the book's first page,—
- Ah! could we turn the leaf.
-
- heri, cras, hodie.
- Shines the last age, the next with hope is seen,
- To-day slinks poorly off unmarked between:
- Future or Past no richer secret folds,
- O friendless Present! than thy bosom holds.
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- memory.
- Night-dreams trace on Memory's wall
- Shadows of the thoughts of day,
- And thy fortunes, as they fall,
- The bias of the will betray.
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- love.
- Love on his errand bound to go
- Can swim the flood and wade through snow,
- Where way is none, 't will creep and wind
- And eat through Alps its home to find.
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- sacrifice.
- Though love repine, and reason chafe,
- There came a voice without reply,—
- “T is man's perdition to be safe,
- When for the truth he ought to die.'
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- pericles.
- Well and wisely said the Greek,
- Be thou faithful, but not fond;
- To the altar's foot thy fellow seek,—
- The Furies wait beyond.
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- casella.
- Test of the poet is knowledge of love,
- For Eros is older than Saturn or Jove;
- Never was poet, of late or of yore,
- Who was not tremulous with love-lore.
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- shakspeare.
- I See all human wits
- Are measured hut a few;
- Unmeasured still my Shakspeare sits,
- Lone as the blessed Jew.
-
- hafiz.
- Her passions the shy violet
- From Hafiz never hides;
- Love-longings of the raptured bird
- The bird to him confides.
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- nature in leasts.
- As sings the pine-tree in the wind,
- So sings in the wind a sprig of the pine;
- Her strength and soul has laughing France
- Shed in each drop of wine.
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- ΑΔΑΚΡΥΝ ΝΕΜΟΝΤΑΙ ΑΙΩΝΑ.
- A New commandment,' said the smiling Muse,
- ‘I give my darling son, Thou shalt not preach’;—
- Lather, Fox, Behmen, Swedenborg, grew pale,
- And, on the instant, rosier clouds upbore
- Hafiz and Shakspeare with their shining choirs.
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