Musketaquid, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Because I was content with these poor fields,
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Because I was content with these poor fields,
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THERE is a singer everyone has heard,
Loud, ...
1 I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And...
Were there, below, a spot of holy ground
Whe...
I saw an aged Beggar in my walk;
And he was s...
ALWAYS, sweetheart,
Carry into your room the...
An old Jew munches an apple,
With conquering ...
A sky that has never known sun, moon, or star...
Oh, to be in England
Now that April's there, ...
Cross-ribboned shoes; a muslin gown,
High-wai...
It was a gusty night,
With the wind booming, ...
A music-stand of crimson lacquer, long since b...
First Movement Thin-voiced, nasal pipes
Draw...
I saw an aged Beggar in my walk;
And he was s...
To Yuan Chen [A.D. 810] The flower of the pear...
I have fed on the radiance of my Beloved
Lying...
Far from this foreign Easter damp and chilly
M...
Thus far the tilth of fields and stars of heave...
Of air-born honey, gift of heaven, I now
Tak...
This shade-bestowing pear-tree, thou
Hurt not...
The basket swift-descending from the skies,
T...
I "One day we wander'd to the western side
O'...
How mild and fair the day, dear love! And in t...
… And bright inside this space, though ...
Enchanting scenes o'er Afric's mystic land
Sin...