Manners Poem by Ralph Waldo Emerson

Manners

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Grace, 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 forms
Beset his solitude.
He looketh seldom in their face,
His eyes explore the ground,--
The green grass is a looking-glass
Whereon their traits are found.
Little and less he says to them,
So dances his heart in his breast;
Their tranquil mien bereaveth him
Of wit, of words, of rest.
Too weak to win, too fond to shun
The tyrants of his doom,
The much deceived Endymion
Slips behind a tomb.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dr Antony Theodore 12 February 2020

Too weak to win, too fond to shun The tyrants of his doom, The much deceived Endymion Slips behind a tomb. very good poem. tony

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Edward Kofi Louis 12 February 2020

Forms of life! ! Manners! Muse of mankind on earth. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Mahtab Bangalee 12 February 2020

beautiful and truthful heart seeks the peaceful environment wherever it goes whenever in awakening and sleeping in happy and sorrow always////////

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Ramesh T A 12 February 2020

Beauty and truth in the hands of tyrants have no chance for survival in this world but have great spell in the hearts of many ever! Nice poem to read! !

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Dr Antony Theodore 29 November 2019

Too weak to win, too fond to shun The tyrants of his doom, The much deceived Endymion Slips behind a tomb. very fine poem. tony

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