Ralph Waldo Emerson

(1803 - 1882 / Boston / United States)

Ralph Waldo Emerson Poems

81. A Nation's Strength 1/17/2015
82. Alphonso Of Castile 1/13/2003
83. Bacchus 1/4/2003
84. To-Day 1/3/2003
85. The Sphinx 1/3/2003
86. Compensation 1/13/2003
87. The Problem 1/3/2003
88. Wealth 1/3/2003
89. The Lords Of Life 1/3/2003
90. Boston 4/6/2010
91. Loss And Gain 1/13/2003
92. Threnody 1/13/2003
93. Astr&Aelig; 1/13/2003
94. Character 4/6/2010
95. Each And All 1/13/2003
96. Good-Bye 1/3/2003
97. Ode To Beauty 1/13/2003
98. Celestial Love 1/13/2003
99. The Rhodora 1/3/2003
100. Eros 1/3/2003
101. The Past 1/3/2003
102. The Snow-Storm 1/3/2003
103. Grace 1/3/2003
104. My Garden 1/3/2003
105. Art 4/6/2010
106. Brahma 4/6/2010
107. D&Aelig;Monic Love 1/13/2003
108. Nature 4/6/2010
109. The Apology 1/3/2003
110. Culture 4/6/2010
111. Concord Hymn 1/3/2003
112. Beauty 4/6/2010
113. Fable 1/3/2003
114. Days 1/3/2003
115. Dirge 1/13/2003
116. The Bell 1/3/2003
117. Song Of Nature 1/3/2003
118. Give All To Love 1/3/2003
119. Fate 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


Already blushes in thy cheek
The bosom-thought which thou must speak;
The bird, how far it haply roam
By cloud or isle, is flying home;
The maiden fears, and fearing runs
Into the charmed snare she shuns;
And every man, in love or pride,
Of his fate is never wide.

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