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Ralph Waldo Emerson: Written at Rome
Written at RomeAlone in Rome. Why, Rome is lonely too;— Besides, you need not be alone; the soul Shall have society of its own rank. Be great, be true, and all the Scipios, The Catos, the…Ralph Waldo Emerson: Written in Naples
Written in NaplesWe are what we are made; each following day Is the Creator of our human mould Not less than was the first; the all-wise God Gilds a few points in every several life, And as…Ralph Waldo Emerson: A Mountain Grave
A Mountain GraveWhy fear to die And let thy body lie Under the flowers of June, Thy body food For the ground-worms' brood And thy grave smiled on by the visiting moon. Amid great Nature's…Ralph Waldo Emerson: Alphonso of Castile
Alphonso of CastileI, Alphonso, live and learn, Seeing Nature go astern. Things deteriorate in kind; Lemons run to leaves and rind; Meagre crop of figs and limes; Shorter days and harder…Ralph Waldo Emerson: Boston Hymn
Boston HymnRead in Music Hall, January 1, 1863The word of the Lord by night To the watching Pilgrims came, As they sat by the seaside, And filled their hearts with flame. God said, I am tired…Ralph Waldo Emerson: Concord Hymn
Concord HymnSung at the Completion of the Battle Monument, July 4, 1837By the rude bridge that arched the flood, Their flag to April's breeze unfurled, Here once the embattled farmers stood…Ralph Waldo Emerson: Each and All
Each and AllLittle thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown Of thee from the hill-top looking down; The heifer that lows in the upland farm, Far-heard, lows not thine ear to charm; The…Ralph Waldo Emerson: From Hafiz
From HafizI said to heaven that glowed above, O hide yon sun-filled zone, Hide all the stars you boast; For, in the world of love And estimation true, The heaped-up harvest of the moon Is…Ralph Waldo Emerson: Good-Bye
Good-ByeGood-bye, proud world! I'm going home: Thou art not 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…Ralph Waldo Emerson: Good Hope
Good HopeThe cup of life is not so shallow That we have drained the best, That all the wine at once we swallow And lees make all the rest. Maids of as soft a bloom shall marry As Hymen yet…Trending
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