Ralph Waldo Emerson

(1803 - 1882 / Boston / United States)

Ralph Waldo Emerson Poems

81. The Apology 1/3/2003
82. The Bell 1/3/2003
83. The Chartist's Complaint 4/6/2010
84. The Cumberland 4/6/2010
85. The Day's Ration 1/13/2003
86. The Earth 4/6/2010
87. The Forerunners 1/13/2003
88. The Humble Bee 4/6/2010
89. The Lords Of Life 1/3/2003
90. The Park 1/13/2003
91. The Past 1/3/2003
92. The Problem 1/3/2003
93. The Rhodora 1/3/2003
94. The River Note 4/6/2010
95. The Romany Girl 1/3/2003
96. The Snow-Storm 1/3/2003
97. The Sphinx 1/3/2003
98. The Test 4/6/2010
99. The Titmouse 4/6/2010
100. The Visit 4/6/2010
101. The World-Soul 4/6/2010
102. Threnody 1/13/2003
103. To Ellen, At The South 1/13/2003
104. To Eva 1/13/2003
105. To J.W. 1/13/2003
106. To Laugh Often And Much 3/9/2015
107. To Rhea 4/6/2010
108. To-Day 4/6/2010
109. To-Day 1/3/2003
110. Two Rivers 4/6/2010
111. Una 4/6/2010
112. Unity 4/6/2010
113. Uriel 1/1/2004
114. Voluntaries 4/6/2010
115. Waldeinsamkeit 4/6/2010
116. Water 11/24/2014
117. Waves 4/6/2010
118. Wealth 1/3/2003
119. Woodnotes 4/6/2010
120. Worship 1/1/2004
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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