Ralph Waldo Emerson

(1803 - 1882 / Boston / United States)

Ralph Waldo Emerson Poems

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

The sense of the world is short, -
Long and various the report, -
To love and be beloved;
Men and gods have not outlearned it;
And, how oft soe'er they've turned it,
'Tis not to be improved.

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