The Humble-Bee, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Burly, dozing humble-bee,
Where thou art is ...
Animal Poems
Illusions, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Flow, flow the waves hated,
Accursed, adore...
Initial, Daemonic and Celestial Love, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
I. THE INITIAL LOVE Venus, when her son was l...
May-Day, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Daughter of Heaven and Earth, coy Spring,
Wi...
Merlin I, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Thy trivial harp will never please
Or fill my ...
Merlin II, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
The rhyme of the poet
Modulates the king's aff...
Merlin's Song, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
I Of Merlin wise I learned a song, --
Sing it...
Mithridates, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
I cannot spare water or wine,
Tobacco-leaf, ...
Monadnoc, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Thousand minstrels woke within me,
'Our music...
Musketaquid, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Because I was content with these poor fields,
...
Nature, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
I A subtle chain of countless rings
The next ...
Nemesis, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Already blushes on thy cheek
The bosom though...
The Nun's Aspiration, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
The yesterday doth never smile,
The day goes ...
Ode Inscribed to W. H. Channing, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Though loath to grieve
The evil time's sole pa...
Ode to Beauty, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Who gave thee, O Beauty,
The keys of this br...
The Problem, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
I like a church; I like a cowl;
I love a prop...
The Rhodora: On Being Asked, Whence is the Flower?, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes, ...
The Romany Girl, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
The sun goes down, and with him takes
The coa...
Saadi, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Trees in groves,
Kine in droves,
In ocean s...
The Snow-Storm, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,
Arr...
Song of Nature, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Mine are the night and morning,
The pits of ...
The Sphinx, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
The Sphinx is drowsy,
Her wings are furled:
...
Terminus, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
It is time to be old,
To take in sail: --
Th...
Threnody, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
The South-wind brings
Life, sunshine and desi...
The Titmouse, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
You shall not be overbold
When you deal with a...