Ralph Waldo Emerson

(1803 - 1882 / Boston / United States)

Ralph Waldo Emerson Poems

1. A Nation's Strength 1/17/2015
2. Alphonso Of Castile 1/13/2003
3. Art 4/6/2010
4. Astr&Aelig; 1/13/2003
5. Bacchus 1/4/2003
6. Beauty 4/6/2010
7. Berrying 1/13/2003
8. Blight 1/13/2003
9. Boston 4/6/2010
10. Boston Hymn 4/6/2010
11. Brahma 4/6/2010
12. Celestial Love 1/13/2003
13. Character 4/6/2010
14. Compensation 1/13/2003
15. Concord Hymn 1/3/2003
16. Culture 4/6/2010
17. D&Aelig;Monic Love 1/13/2003
18. Days 1/3/2003
19. Dirge 1/13/2003
20. Each And All 1/13/2003
21. Eros 1/3/2003
22. Etienne De La BoÉCe 1/13/2003
23. Experience 4/6/2010
24. Fable 1/3/2003
25. Fate 1/3/2003
26. Forebearance 1/13/2003
27. Forerunners 4/6/2010
28. Freedom 4/6/2010
29. Friendship 4/6/2010
30. From The Persian Of Hafiz I 4/6/2010
31. From The Persian Of Hafiz Ii 4/6/2010
32. Give All To Love 1/3/2003
33. Glory Of Friendship 12/9/2014
34. Gnothi Seauton 4/6/2010
35. Good-Bye 1/3/2003
36. Grace 1/3/2003
37. Guy 4/6/2010
38. Hamatreya 1/3/2003
39. Heroism 4/6/2010
40. In Memoriam 4/6/2010
Best Poem of Ralph Waldo Emerson

Fate

Deep in the man sits fast his fate
To mould his fortunes, mean or great:
Unknown to Cromwell as to me
Was Cromwell's measure or degree;
Unknown to him as to his horse,
If he than his groom be better or worse.
He works, plots, fights, in rude affairs,
With squires, lords, kings, his craft compares,
Till late he learned, through doubt and fear,
Broad England harbored not his peer:
Obeying time, the last to own
The Genius from its cloudy throne.
For the prevision is allied
Unto the thing so signified;
Or say, the foresight that awaits
Is...

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My Garden

If I could put my woods in song
And tell what's there enjoyed,
All men would to my gardens throng,
And leave the cities void.

In my plot no tulips blow,--
Snow-loving pines and oaks instead;
And rank the savage maples grow
From Spring's faint flush to Autumn red.

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