Ralph Waldo Emerson

(1803 - 1882 / Boston / United States)

Ralph Waldo Emerson Poems

1. Teach Me I Am Forgotten By The Dead 5/16/2015
2. Water 11/24/2014
3. A Nation's Strength 1/17/2015
4. Glory Of Friendship 12/9/2014
5. To Laugh Often And Much 3/9/2015
6. The Adirondacs 4/6/2010
7. To Rhea 4/6/2010
8. Quatrains 4/6/2010
9. The Cumberland 4/6/2010
10. Una 4/6/2010
11. The Chartist's Complaint 4/6/2010
12. Politics 4/6/2010
13. From The Persian Of Hafiz Ii 4/6/2010
14. Letters 4/6/2010
15. Manners 4/6/2010
16. The Visit 4/6/2010
17. From The Persian Of Hafiz I 4/6/2010
18. Solution 4/6/2010
19. Guy 4/6/2010
20. Forerunners 4/6/2010
21. The Titmouse 4/6/2010
22. Voluntaries 4/6/2010
23. The Test 4/6/2010
24. Woodnotes 4/6/2010
25. Heroism 4/6/2010
26. Waves 4/6/2010
27. The World-Soul 4/6/2010
28. The Amulet 4/6/2010
29. Lover's Petition 4/6/2010
30. Unity 4/6/2010
31. Experience 4/6/2010
32. To-Day 4/6/2010
33. The River Note 4/6/2010
34. In Memoriam 4/6/2010
35. May-Day 4/6/2010
36. Gnothi Seauton 4/6/2010
37. Two Rivers 4/6/2010
38. Poems 4/6/2010
39. Freedom 4/6/2010
40. Waldeinsamkeit 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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