Poems by Ralph Waldo Emerson

Poems by Ralph Waldo Emerson

Ode Inscribed to W. H. Channing, by Ralph Waldo Emerson

Though loath to grieve
The evil time's sole patriot,
I cannot leave
My honied thought
For th...

Ode Sung in the Town Hall, Concord, July 4, 1857, by Ralph Waldo Emerson

O tenderly the haughty day
Fills his blue urn with fire;
One morn is in the mighty heaven,
A...

Ode to Beauty, by Ralph Waldo Emerson

Who gave thee, O Beauty,
The keys of this breast, --
Too credulous lover
Of blest and unbles...

The Park, by Ralph Waldo Emerson

The prosperous and beautiful
To me seem not to wear
The yoke of conscience masterful,
Which g...

The Past, by Ralph Waldo Emerson

The debt is paid,
The verdict said,
The Furies laid,
The plague is stayed.
All fortune...

Politics, by Ralph Waldo Emerson

Gold and iron are good
To buy iron and gold;
All earth's fleece and food
For their like are s...

The Problem, by Ralph Waldo Emerson

I like a church; I like a cowl;
I love a prophet of the soul;
And on my heart monastic aisles...

Promise, by Ralph Waldo Emerson

In countless upward-striving waves
The moon-drawn tide-wave strives;
In thousand far-transpl...

Prudence, by Ralph Waldo Emerson

Theme no poet gladly sung,
Fair to old and foul to young;
Scorn not thou the love of parts,
...

The Rhodora: On Being Asked, Whence is the Flower?, by Ralph Waldo Emerson

In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes,
I found the fresh Rhodora in the woods,
Spread...

The Romany Girl, by Ralph Waldo Emerson

The sun goes down, and with him takes
The coarseness of my poor attire;
The fair moon mounts,...

Rubies, by Ralph Waldo Emerson

They brought me rubies from the mine,
And held them to the sun;
I said, they are drops of fr...

Saadi, by Ralph Waldo Emerson

Trees in groves,
Kine in droves,
In ocean sport the scaly herds,
Wedge-like cleave the air ...

Seashore, by Ralph Waldo Emerson

I heard or seemed to hear the chiding Sea
Say, Pilgrim, why so late and slow to come?
Am I ...

The Snow-Storm, by Ralph Waldo Emerson

Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,
Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields,
S...