Al Aaraf, by Edgar Allan Poe
I O! Nothing earthly save the ray
(Thrown ...
Rose Poems
To F——, by Edgar Allan Poe
Beloved! Amid the earnest woes
That crowd arou...
Alphonso of Castile, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
I, Alphonso, live and learn,
Seeing Nature ...
Boston, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
SICUT PATRIBUS, SIT DEUS NOBIS The rocky nook...
Destiny, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
That you are fair or wise is vain,
Or strong,...
Forbearance, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Hast thou named all the birds without a gun?
...
Friendship, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
A ruddy drop of manly blood
The surging sea ou...
Give All to Love, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Give all to love;
Obey thy heart;
Friends, ...
The Harp, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
One musician is sure,
His wisdom will not fai...
Hermione, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
On a mound an Arab lay,
And sung his sweet re...
Heroism, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Ruby wine is drunk by knaves,
Sugar spends to...
Holidays, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
From fall to spring, the russet acorn,
Fruit...
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...
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 ...
Nature I, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Winters know
Easily to shed the snow,
And th...
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...
Seashore, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
I heard or seemed to hear the chiding Sea
Say...
Song of Nature, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Mine are the night and morning,
The pits of ...
Thine Eyes Still Shined, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Thine eyes still shined for me, though far
I ...