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Ralph Waldo Emerson: Life

LifeA train of gay and clouded days Dappled with joy and grief and praise, Beauty to fire us, saints to save, Escort us to a little grave. No fate, save by the victim's fault, is low, For God…

Ralph Waldo Emerson: Limits

LimitsWho knows this or that? Hark in the wall to the rat: Since the world was, he has gnawed; Of his wisdom, of his fraud What dost thou know? In the wretched little beast Is life and heart…

Ralph Waldo Emerson: Lines

LinesWritten by Ellen Louisa Tucker Shortly before Her Marriage to Mr. EmersonLove scatters oil On Life's dark sea, Sweetens its toil— Our helmsman he. Around him hover Odorous clouds;…

Ralph Waldo Emerson: Maia

MaiaIllusion works impenetrable, Weaving webs innumerable, Her gay pictures never fail, Crowds each on other, veil on veil, Charmer who will be believed By man who thirsts to be deceived.…

Ralph Waldo Emerson: Manners

MannersGrace, Beauty and Caprice Build this golden portal; Graceful women, chosen men, Dazzle every mortal. Their sweet and lofty countenance His enchanted food; He need not go to them, their…

Ralph Waldo Emerson: Merlin I

Merlin IThy trivial harp will never please Or fill my craving ear; Its chords should ring as blows the breeze, Free, peremptory, clear. No jingling serenader's art, Nor tinkle of piano…

Ralph Waldo Emerson: Merops

MeropsWhat care I, so they stand the same,— Things of the heavenly mind,— How long the power to give them name Tarries yet behind? Thus far to-day your favors reach, O fair, appeasing…

Ralph Waldo Emerson: Mithridates

MithridatesI cannot spare water or wine, Tobacco-leaf, or poppy, or rose; From the earth-poles to the Line, All between that works or grows, Every thing is kin of mine. Give me agates for…

Ralph Waldo Emerson: Monadnoc

MonadnocThousand minstrels woke within me, 'Our music's in the hills;'— Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. 'Up!—If thou knew'st who calls To twilight parks of beech…

Ralph Waldo Emerson: Music

MusicLet me go where'er I will, I hear a sky-born music still: It sounds from all things old, It sounds from all things young, From all that's fair, from all that's foul, Peals out a cheerful…