Category Ralph Waldo Emerson

James Russell Lowell

As I left my door, The muse came by, Said, “Whither away?” I, well-pleased to praise myself, And in such presence raise myself, Replied, ‘To keep thy bards birthday’ — “O happy morn! o happy eve!” — The muse rejoined,…

From Paques to Noel

From Paques to Noel, Prophets & Bards, Merlin, Llewellyn, Highborn Hoel, Wellborn Lowell, What said the Sibyl? What was the fortune She sung for him? — “Strength for the hour.” Man of marrow, man of mark, Virtue lodged in sinew…

From Nature’s Beginning

From Nature’s beginning Sin blunders & brags, True making, true winning Go hidden in rags. Wit has the creation Of worlds & their fame On one stipulation, — Renouncing the same. What wilt thou? the Forces? Or skies which they…