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Ode To Beauty

Who gave thee, O Beauty!

The keys of this breast,

Too credulous lover

Of blest and unblest?

Say when in lapsed ages

Thee knew I of old;

Or what was the service

For which I was sold?

by Ralph Waldo Emerson

Celestial Love

Higher far,

Upward, into the pure realm,

Over sun or star,

Over the flickering Dæmon film,

Thou must mount for love,—

Into vision which all form

In one only form dissolves;

In a region where the wheel,

by Ralph Waldo Emerson

Dæmonic Love

Man was made of social earth,

Child and brother from his birth;

Tethered by a liquid cord

Of blood through veins of kindred poured,

Next his heart the fireside band

Of mother, father, sister, stand;

Names from awful childhood heard,

Throbs of a wild religion stirred,

by Ralph Waldo Emerson

Boston

Sicut Patribus, sit Deus Nobis)

The rocky nook with hilltops three

Looked eastward from the farms,

And twice each day the flowing sea

Took Boston in its arms;

The men of yore were stout and poor,

And sailed for bread to every shore.

And where they went on trade intent

by Ralph Waldo Emerson

Blight

Give me truths,

For I am weary of the surfaces,

And die of inanition. If I knew

Only the herbs and simples of the wood,

Rue, cinquefoil, gill, vervain, and pimpernel,

Blue-vetch, and trillium, hawkweed, sassafras,

Milkweeds, and murky brakes, quaint pipes and sundew,

And rare and virtuous roots, which in these woods

by Ralph Waldo Emerson

Good-bye

Good-bye, proud world! I'm going home;

Thou art my friend, and I'm not thine.

Long through thy weary crowds I roam;

A river-ark on the ocean brine,

Long I've been tossed like the driven foam;

But now, proud world! I'm going home.

Good-bye to Flattery's fawning face;

To Grandeur with his wise grimace;

by Ralph Waldo Emerson

Days

Daughters of Time, the hypocritic Days,

Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes,

And marching single in an endless file,

Bring diadems and fagots in their hands.

To each they offer gifts after his will,

Bread, kingdom, stars, and sky that holds them all.

I, in my pleached garden, watched the pomp,

Forgot my morning wishes, hastily

by Ralph Waldo Emerson

Grace

How much, preventing God! how much I owe

To the defenses thou hast round me set:

Example, custom, fear, occasional slow,

These scorned bondmen were my parapet.

I dare not peep over this parapet

To gauge with glance the roaring gulf below,

The depths of sin to which I had descended,

Had not these me against myself defended.

by Ralph Waldo Emerson

The Snowstorm

Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,

Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields,

Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air

Hides hill and woods, the river, and the heaven,

And veils the farmhouse at the garden's end.

The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet

Delated, all friends shut out, the housemates sit

Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed

by Ralph Waldo Emerson

Song of Nature

Mine are the night and morning,

The pits of air, the gulf of space,

The sportive sun, the gibbous moon,

The innumerable days.

I hid in the solar glory,

I am dumb in the pealing song,

I rest on the pitch of the torrent,

In slumber I am strong.

by Ralph Waldo Emerson

The Apology

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.

by Ralph Waldo Emerson

Hamatreya

Bulkeley, Hunt, Willard, Hosmer, Meriam, Flint,

Possessed the land which rendered to their toil

Hay, corn, roots, hemp, flax, apples, wool 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 the flags

by Ralph Waldo Emerson