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• Song of the Elfin Steersman

  One elf, I trow, is diving now
  For the small pearl; and one,
  The honey-bee for his bag he …

  George Hill

• The Daughter of Mendoza

  O lend to me, sweet nightingale,
  Your music by the fountain,
  And lend to me your cadences, …

  Mirabeau Bonaparte Lamar

• The Green Isle of Lovers

  They say that, afar in the land of the west,
  Where the bright golden sun sinks in glory to rest,
  Mid ferns where the hunter ne’er ventured to tread, …

  Robert Charles Sands

• The Lonely Bugle Grieves

  the trump hath blown,
  And now upon that reeking hill
  Slaughter rides screaming on the vengeful ball; …

  Grenville Mellen

• The World I Am Passing Through

  Few, in the days of early youth,
  Trusted like me in love and truth.
  I ’ve learned sad lessons from the years; …

  Lydia Maria Child

• Evening Hymn

  Slowly by God’s hand unfurled,
  Down around the weary world
  Falls the darkness; oh, how still …

  William Henry Furness

• Each and All

  Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown
  Of thee from the hill-top looking down;
  The heifer that lows in the upland farm, …

  Ralph Waldo Emerson

• The Problem

  I like a church; I like a cowl;
  I love a prophet of the soul;
  And on my heart monastic aisles …

  Ralph Waldo Emerson

• The Rhodora

  In may, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes,
  I found the fresh Rhodora in the woods,
  Spreading its leafless blooms in a damp nook, …

  Ralph Waldo Emerson

• The Humble-Bee

  Burly, dozing humble-bee,
  Where thou art is clime for me.
  Let them sail for Porto Rique, …

  Ralph Waldo Emerson

• The Snow-Storm

  Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,
  Arrives the snow, and, driving o’er the fields,
  Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air …

  Ralph Waldo Emerson

• Forerunners

  Long i followed happy guides,
  I could never reach their sides;
  Their step is forth, and, ere the day …

  Ralph Waldo Emerson

• Forbearance

  Hast thou named all the birds without a gun?
  Loved the wood-rose, and left it on its stalk?
  At rich men’s tables eaten bread and pulse? …

  Ralph Waldo Emerson

• Character

  The sun set, but set not his hope:
  Stars rose; his faith was earlier up:
  Fixed on the enormous galaxy, …

  Ralph Waldo Emerson

• From "Woodnotes"

  “the heart OF ALL THE SCENE”
  ’T WAS one of the charmëd days
  When the genius of God doth flow, …

  Ralph Waldo Emerson

• Days

  Daughters of Time, the hypocritic Days,
  Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes,
  And marching single in an endless file, …

  Ralph Waldo Emerson

• The Earth

  Our eyeless bark sails free,
  Though with boom and spar
  Andes, Alp, or Himmalee …

  Ralph Waldo Emerson

• Waves

  All day the waves assailed the rock,
  I heard no church-bell chime;
  The sea-beat scorns the minster clock …

  Ralph Waldo Emerson

• Terminus

  It is time to be old,
  To take in sail:
  The god of bounds, …

  Ralph Waldo Emerson

• Threnody

  The south-wind brings
  Life, sunshine, and desire,
  And on every mount and meadow …

  Ralph Waldo Emerson

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