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Ode, Inscribed to William H. Channing

Though loath to grieve
The evil time's sole patriot,
I cannot leave
My honied thought
For the priest's cant,
Or statesman's rant.

If I refuse
My study for their politique,
Which at the best is trick,
The angry Muse
Puts confusion in my brain.

But who is he that prates
Of the culture of mankind,
Of better arts and life?
Go, blindworm, go,
Behold the famous States
Harrying Mexico
With rifle and with knife!

Or who, with accent bolder,
Dare praise the freedom-loving mountaineer?
I found by thee, O rushing Contoocook!
And in thy valleys, Agiochook!
The jackals of the negro-holder.

( The God who made New Hampshire )

rose0mary.livejournal.com

O such a commotion under the ground,
   When March called, "Ho, there! ho!"
Such spreading of rootlets far and wide,
   Such whisperings to and fro!
"Are you read?" the Snowdrop asked,
   "'Tis time to start, you know."
"Almost, my dear!" the Scilla replied,
   "I'll follow as soon as you go."
Then "Ha! ha! ha!" a chorus came
   Of laughter sweet and slow,
From millions of flowers under the ground,
   Yes, millions beginning to grow.

( Verse 2 and 3 behind cut )

Current Location: Panic Contained
Current Music: Hold Me Now - Red

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Daughters of Time, the hypocritic Days,
Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes,
And marching single in an endless file,
Bring diadems and fagots in their hands.
To each they offer gifts after his will,
Bread, kingdoms, stars, and sky that holds them all.
I, in my pleach’ed garden, watched the pomp,
Forgot my morning wishes, hastily
Took and few herbs and apples, and the Day
Turned and departed silent. I too late
Under her solemn fillet saw the scorn.

Current Music: Heartbeat- The Fray

duathir.livejournal.com

Brahma

If the red slayer think he slays,
Or if the slain think he is slain,
They know not well the subtle ways
I keep, and pass, and turn again.

Far or forgot to me is near,
Shadow and sunlight are the same,
The vanished gods to me appear,
And one to me are shame and fame.

They reckon ill who leave me out;
When me they fly, I am the wings;
I am the doubter and the doubt,
And I the hymn the Brahmin sings.

The strong gods pine for my abode,
And pine in vain the sacred Seven;
But thou, meek lover of the good!
Find me, and turn thy back on heaven.

by Ralph Waldo Emerson

navy-brat-1972.livejournal.com

Shall we
judge the country
by the majority
or by the minority?
Certainly,
by the minority.
The mass are animal,
in the state of pupilage
and nearer
the chimpanzee.

okapi-4evr.livejournal.com

The House

There is no architect
Can built as the muse can;
She is skilful to select
Materials for her plan;

Slow and warily to choose
Rafters of immortal pine,
Or cedar incorruptible;
Worthy her design.

She threads dark Alpine forests,
Or valleys by the sea,
In many lands, with painful steps,
Ere she can find a tree.

She ransacks mines and ledges,
And quarries every rock,
To hew the famous adamant,
For each eternal block.

She lays her beams in music,
In music every one,
To the cadence of the whirling world
Which dances round the sun.

That so they shall not be displaced
By lapses or by wars,
But for the love of happy souls
Outlive the newest stars

redheartleaf.livejournal.com

The Bell

I love thy music, mellow bell,
I love thine iron chime,
To life or death, to heaven or hell,
Which calls the sons of Time.

Thy voice upon the deep
The home-bound sea-boy hails,
It charms his cares to sleep,
It cheers him as he sails.

To house of God and heavenly joys
Thy summons called our sires,
And good men thought thy sacred voice
Disarmed the thunder's fires.

And soon thy music, sad death-bell,
Shall lift its notes once more,
And mix my requiem with the wind
That sweeps my native shore.

Emerson, Ralph Waldo.

Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882) was an American poet,
essayist, and philosopher who was a leading proponent of New
England Transcendentalism. Emerson graduated from Harvard
College in 1821 and was ordained a minister eight years
later. Despite his position, Emerson began to question
Christian doctrines, a doubt that grew following the death
of his wife in 1831. He resigned from the ministry in 1832,
and helped to initiate Transcendentalism in 1836 with the
publication of a book titled Nature. In 1840, Emerson
helped to begin The Dial, which served as an outlet for his
ideas and views on Transcendentalism.

mindfulness.livejournal.com

Let me go where'er I will,
I hear a sky-born music still:
It sounds from all things old,
It sounds from all things young,
From all that's fair, from all that's foul,
Peals out a cheerful song.

It is not only in the rose,
It is not only in the bird,
Not only where the rainbow glows,
Nor in the song of woman heard,
But in the darkest, meanest things
There alway, alway something sings.

'T is not in the high stars alone,
Nor in the cup of budding flowers,
Nor in the redbreast's mellow tone,
Nor in the bow that smiles in showers,
But in the mud and scum of things
There alway, alway something sings.

redheartleaf.livejournal.com

Fable

The mountain and the squirrel
Had a quarrel;
And the former called the latter "Little Prig."
Bun replied, "You are doubtless very big;
But all sorts of things and weather
Must be taken in together
To make up a year
And a sphere.
And I think it's no disgrace
To occupy my place.
If I'm not so large as you,
You are not so small as I,
And not half so spry.
I'll not deny you make
A very pretty squirrel track;
Talents differ: all is well and wisely put;
If I cannot carry forests on my back,
Neither can you crack a nut."

Emerson, Ralph Waldo.

Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882) was an American poet, essayist, and philosopher who was a leading proponent of New England Transcendentalism. Emerson graduated from Harvard College in 1821 and was ordained a minister eight years later. Despite his position, Emerson began to question Christian doctrines, a doubt that grew following the death of his wife in 1831. He resigned from the ministry in 1832, and helped to initiate Transcendentalism in 1836 with the publication of a book titled Nature. In 1840, Emerson helped to begin The Dial, which served as an outlet for his ideas and views on Transcendentalism.

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"Ode, Inscribed to William H. Channing" by Ralph Waldo Emerson

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