Ralph Waldo Emerson

(1803 - 1882 / Boston / United States)

Ralph Waldo Emerson Poems

41. Experience 4/6/2010
42. Freedom 4/6/2010
43. Merlin's Song 4/6/2010
44. Monadnoc 1/13/2003
45. Ode To William H. Channing 1/13/2003
46. The Humble Bee 4/6/2010
47. Two Rivers 4/6/2010
48. Suum Cuique 1/13/2003
49. Boston Hymn 4/6/2010
50. The Earth 4/6/2010
51. To Laugh Often And Much 3/9/2015
52. Uriel 1/1/2004
53. To Ellen, At The South 1/13/2003
54. Sursum Corda 1/13/2003
55. Tact 1/13/2003
56. To J.W. 1/13/2003
57. The Forerunners 1/13/2003
58. Merlin I 1/13/2003
59. Merlin Ii 1/13/2003
60. The Day's Ration 1/13/2003
61. The Romany Girl 1/3/2003
62. To Eva 1/13/2003
63. The Park 1/13/2003
64. Ode 1/3/2003
65. Hamatreya 1/3/2003
66. The Amulet 1/13/2003
67. Saadi 1/13/2003
68. Self Reliance 4/6/2010
69. Nemesis 1/3/2003
70. Initial Love 1/13/2003
71. Rubies 1/3/2003
72. Seashore 1/3/2003
73. Painting And Sculpture 1/13/2003
74. Forebearance 1/13/2003
75. Terminus 1/3/2003
76. Worship 1/1/2004
77. Blight 1/13/2003
78. Etienne De La BoÉCe 1/13/2003
79. A Nation's Strength 1/17/2015
80. The Problem 1/3/2003

Comments about Ralph Waldo Emerson

  • Kelley Tom (1/26/2016 5:09:00 PM)

    Who else loves Emerson a LOT? I personally love him.

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  • Vmuthu Manickam Vmuthu Manickam (11/12/2015 8:52:00 AM)

    Emerson is a truly unique gift of the god to literature. A poet greatly recognized forever and everywhere. Hats off him.

  • Lee Schneider (11/24/2013 3:59:00 AM)

    If he would be alive I would tell him:
    a. If a worst is, that man knows, it is ridiculous to be scared of unknown.
    b. If a best is, that man knows, it is smart to be scared of unknown.
    The question is: ''Who is happier? ''
    Dear Ralph Waldo Emerson!
    In spite you were b. and I am a. I consider myself happier than you were. That is why I share and like much all your minor verse

  • Lee Caldwell (9/18/2005 8:14:00 AM)

    No finer Poet in the World. Emerson is one of a kind, a unique, eloquent Master of the Word and Phrase

Best Poem of Ralph Waldo Emerson


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

Read the full of Fate

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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