{"1": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3574", "width": "2219", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3361", "width": "2092", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "s^\\nxV^\\n9 A\\n^V. ..V\\no 0^\\nU. V\\nf\\nV", "height": "3427", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3411", "width": "1966", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3452", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3411", "width": "1966", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3452", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "RALPH WALDO EMERSON.", "height": "3411", "width": "1966", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "THE\\nEARLY POEMS\\nOF\\nRalph Waldo Emerson\\nWITH\\nBIOGRAPHICAL INTRODUCTION\\nBy HENRY KETCHAM\\nNEW YORK\\nA. L. BURT. PUBLISHER\\nV", "height": "3452", "width": "2032", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0011.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "11362\\nTwo Copies ^\u00e2\u0082\u00acCE vc\u00c2\u00a7\\nJUN 4 7 1900\\nCtpff ^m entry\\nStCtfttt C\u00c2\u00bbfY.\\nDdivoe* t\u00c2\u00ab\\nonecii DivtsiON,\\n64410\\nCopyright, 1900, by A. L Burt.\\nBIOGRAPHICAL SKETCH*\\nBY\\nHENRY KETCHAM.\\nEmerson s Ponns.", "height": "3411", "width": "1966", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0012.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS.\\nPAGE\\nBiographical Introduction v\\nThe Sphynx 1\\nEach and All 8\\nThe Problem 11\\nTo Rhea 15\\nThe Visit 19\\nUriel 21\\nThe World-Soul 24\\nAlphonso of Castile 30\\nMithridates 35\\nTo J. AV 37\\nFate. 39\\nGuy 42\\nTact 45\\nHamatreya 47\\nGood-by 51\\nThe Rhodora 53\\nThe Huniblebee 55\\nBerrying 59\\nThe Snow-storm 60\\nWood Notes. I G2\\nWood Notes. II 71\\nMonadnoc 90\\nFable 112\\nOde 114\\nAstraea 120\\nEtienne de la Boece 123\\nSuum Cuique 125\\nCompensation 126\\niii", "height": "3452", "width": "2032", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0013.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "iv CONTENTS.\\nPAGE\\nForbearance 127\\nThe Park 128\\nThe Forerunners 129\\nSursum Corda 181\\nOde to Beauty 132\\nGive All to Love 137\\nTo Ellen, at the South 140\\nTo Eva 142\\nThe Amulet 144\\nEros 145\\nHermione 146\\nOde. I 150\\nII. The Daemonic and the Celestial Love 158\\nThe Apology 172\\nMerlin. 1 174\\nMerlin. II 179\\nBacchus 182\\nLoss and Gain 186\\nMerops 187\\nThe House .188\\nSaadi 190\\nHolidays 199\\nPainting and Sculpture 201\\nFrom the Persian of Hafiz 202\\nGhaselle (From the Persian of Hafiz) 210\\nXenophanes 212\\nThe Day s Ration 214\\nBlight 216\\nMusketaquid 220\\nDiige 225\\nThrenodj 228\\nHymn 243", "height": "3411", "width": "1966", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0014.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "BIOGEAPHICAL mTEODUCTION.\\nIt is impossible to classify Emerson. His position\\nin literature and in life is unique. His soul was\\nlike a star and dwelt apart. The man with whom\\nhe is most closely connected in the thoughts of liis\\nreaders is Carlyle. But the points of difference are\\nquite as clearly marked as the points of likeness\\nbet\\\\veen the two friends. Emerson ate pie for\\nbreakfast and his spirit radiated sweetness and light\\nCarlyle lived on oatnieal and was possessed of the\\ndevil of dyspepsia. Emerson was quiet, regarded\\nhuiohter as ill-bred: Carlyle rent the welkin with\\npeals of laughter. Emerson w^as a type of the re-\\nfined, cultivated gentleman: Carlyle was rugged.\\nThe wonderful friendship of these two remarkable\\nmen is an instance of the affiliation of opposites,\\nfor their intellectual traits are quite as diverse as\\nthe characteristics above mentioned. But, being\\nwarm friends, they surely thought and loved much\\nin common. Both were true to their convictions\\nwith a courage that failed to realize the existence of\\nfear. Both saw the truth by intuition and presented\\nit as they saw it. Both dealt freely, even lavishly,\\nin the use of symbols. But Carlyle used the battle^", "height": "3452", "width": "2032", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0015.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "Vi BIOGRAPHICAL INTRODUCTION.\\naxe with fierce and heavy blows, wliile Emerson\\nused the rapier with the polish, the grace, tlie sweet-\\nness of a dancing master. Carlyle spoke in a series\\nof thunder claps, while Emerson cooed as gently as\\nany sucking dove. Nevertheless, the fact of their\\nardent, intimate friendship lasting through nearly\\nhalf a century and sealed only by death, links the\\ntwo names in an indissoluble connection.\\nBut if there be difficulty in classifying Emerson,\\nthere is no doubt as to his leadership. He was a\\nleader of leaders, a teacher of teachers. His in-\\nfluence has affected the thought of this century, and\\ntherefore of succeeding centuries, more than can be\\nmeasured. Lowell, who was an independent thinker\\nand a sound critic, says of him There was a\\nmajesty about him beyond all other men that I have\\never known, and he habitually dwelt in that ampler\\nand diviner air to Avhich most of us, if ever, rise\\nonly in spurts. These words are not stronger than\\nthe words of admiration, bordering on devotion,\\nwhich large numbers of thinkers and writers of the\\nfirst rank have used.\\nOf Beethoven it was said that his fame survived\\nthe praises of his friends. It is a penalty of genius\\nthat it is honored not only by the thoughtful and\\njudicious, but that it is the object of the silly praises,\\nthe unreasonable and altogether astonishing claims,\\nof the host of shallow-minded followers who use\\nthis method chiefly to get into good company. This", "height": "3411", "width": "1966", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0016.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "BIOGRAPHICAL INTRODUCTION. vii\\nunhappy result fell to Emerson as to others. But\\ntime tries all things, and the annoying fact may be\\npassed Avith the mere mention of it.\\nEalph AValdo Emerson was born in Boston, May\\n25, 1803, and died in Concord, Mass., April 27, 1882,\\nlacking just four weeks of eighty years of age.\\nHe came of a long line of scholarly ancestors who\\nwere college graduates, and many of whom were\\nclergymen a large per cent, of educated men in\\nthat day being clergymen. His father, the Reverend\\nWilliam Emerson, was a man of unusual ability, and\\nso great was his influence upon artistic, literary and\\neducational development, that Boston, and through\\nBoston all New England, feels it to the present day.\\nFor he was influential in the establishment of the\\nLowell lectures, the Athengeum, and the Museum.\\nAVhen Ealph Waldo was eight years of age, his\\nfather died. The church of which he was pastor\\npensioned the widow with some degree of liberality,\\nbut she had difficulty in meeting lier expenses and\\neducating her children. She took boarders, but she\\ndid not withdraw the children from school. At one\\ntime Pailph and his brother had but one overcoat\\nbetween them and so were able to attend school\\nonly on alternate days. Schooling obtained at such\\na cost is likely to make on the child s mind a deep\\nimpression as to the value of scholarshi]).\\nHe w^as graduated from Harvard College in 1821.\\nThe fact that he delivered the poem on Class Day", "height": "3452", "width": "2032", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0017.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "viii BIOGRAPHICAL INTRODUCTION.\\nmust not be taken as evidence of ear.y poetic devel-\\nopment, for the honor had been successively offered\\nto seven othei s and by each of them positively\\nrefused before it came to him. If he stood number\\neight in ability, then cither ])oets were very thick\\nin the class of 1S21, or else his poetic genius did not\\ndisplay itself until hiter.\\nHe devoted himself to tlie study of divinity, and\\nafter the completion of the prescribed course travelled\\nand resided in the 8outli for a year or two, preach-\\ning occasionally with acceptance. In \\\\S 2^ he was\\nsettled as assistant pastor over the Second Unitarian\\nChurch in Boston, and, the ])astor soon resif -ninir.\\nupon the younger man fell the whole responsibility\\nof the ])astorate. Though he was loved, his connec-\\ntion with the church was presentlv severed owino-\\nto a change of his views. He was even more liberal\\nthan that very liberal church. lie objected to dis-\\npensing the sacrament, and on that account with-\\ndrew in a manly, peaceable manner, without friction,\\ncarrying the love and respect of the church.\\nlie was possessed of a small competency, most of\\nwhich came from his wife s estate. This enabled\\nhim by plain living to devote liimself to high think-\\ning, though too often he felt the pincii of poverty.\\nHe retired to Concord, Mass., and gave himself to\\nliterary work, spending the rest of his life in that\\npursuit. After this comparative retirement for\\nseveral years, he in 1837 delivered the Phi Beta", "height": "3411", "width": "1966", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0018.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "BIOGRAPHICAL INTRODUCTION. ix\\nKappa oration at Ilai vard, the following; year an\\naddress to the graduating class of the Divinity Col-\\nlege, Cambridge, and, a Aveek later, an address at\\nDartmouth College. The attention which these\\naddresses attracted everywhere, the sensation, the\\nconsternation which they caused in some quarters,\\nare not ejisily described. One thing is certain, he\\nhad permanently emerged from ol)scurity though\\nresiding in a (piiet New England village, and to tlie\\nday of his death Concord was, to his large school\\nof admirers, the chief city of the United States.\\nThere he read, meditated, wrote. His inherited in-\\ncome was not enough to su])])oi t him in comfort,\\nand so lie su])plemented it by lecturing. It was the\\nday of New England lyci\\\\3ums, and lectures of the\\nbetter grade were greatly in demand. The com-\\npensation was small as compared Avith that of the\\npi csent day, but it was something and the employ-\\nment was tolerably steady. Eoryear after year he\\nitinerated from city to village, from university to\\nlyca3um, and the public never tired of him. Taken\\nfoi all ill all, Emerson was the most successful of\\nNew England lecturers, and thei e were giants in\\nthose days. These lectures and addresses were pre-\\n]);ired in the summer, delivered in the Avinter, and\\nlater published in the form of essays. This Avas, in\\nthe main, his routine of living.\\nHis sermons are not preserved in their original\\nform. The substance of them has been spun over", "height": "3452", "width": "2032", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0019.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "X BIOGRAPHICAL INTRODUCTION.\\nunci woven into liis lectures, at least so much as Le\\nwished to ])reserve. But as sermons they have dis-\\nai)peared. Coukl a volume be })ublished including a\\nconsiderable number of these as actually pi eached,\\nit would be received witli an eagerness rarely given\\nto any hook. It is gratifying to know that Ave have\\nthe thoughts, it would be an additional gratification\\nto have those thoughts in their original setting.\\nAs one goes over the events of his life and notes\\ntheir meagreness, for his life simply flowed like a\\nriver, each year being as placid, as beautiful as all\\nthe others, it is interesting to read from his pen\\nthe following apt utterance Great geniuses have\\nthe shortest biogra])hies. Their cousins can tell\\nyou nothing al)out them. They lived in their writ-\\nings, and so their home and street life was trivial\\nand commonplace.\\nIn 1829 he married- Miss Ellen Louisa Tucker,\\nNvho three years later died of consumption. From\\nher estate he received the property already men-\\ntioned. After her death he travelled in Europe.\\nThe chief incident in this tour was his acquaintance\\nAvith Carlyle. This was the beginning of a remark-\\nable friendship which lasted a third cf a century\\nand gave to the \\\\voi ld the exti aoidiiiary series of\\nletters which were interchanged between the two\\nmen of letters. It is an interesting fact that at the\\noutset Carlyle s books sold better in the United\\nStates than in England, which may have been due", "height": "3411", "width": "1966", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0020.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "BIOGRAPHICAL INTRODUCTION. xi\\nto Emerson s influence while Emerson s books sold\\nbetter in England, which wus almost certainly due\\nto Carlyle s influence.\\nIn 1835 Emerson married Miss Lydia Jackson, of\\nPlymouth, Mass., who survives him. The couple at\\nonce took up their residence in Concord in the house\\nwdiich they occupied the rest of their lives, and\\nwhich is still an object of interest to admirers of the\\nphilosopher and poet. Up to 1837 Emerson preached\\nwitli tolerable frequency, supj)lying temporary\\nneeds in the neighboring churches. But the efl ect of\\nhis Phi Beta Kappa oration at Harvard that year was\\nsuch that he Avithdrew permanently from preach-\\nino- and thenceforward devoted himself to writ-\\ning and lecturing, with a few occasional addresses on\\nquestions of the day, espe^cially slavery.\\nA magazine was started by Emerson s friends\\nunder the name of the Dial, to which he contrib-\\nuted largely. The first editor was Margaret Puller,\\nbut after a year or two she relinquished it and he\\nsucceeded her. It was a hopeless enterprise. How-\\never meritorious it may have been from a literary\\nstandpoint, it never covered expenses, and after\\nthree or four years of struggling existence it died.\\nThe death of his oldest son in 1842 was a heavy\\nblow. To Carlyle he wrote: You can never sym-\\npathize with me you can never know how much of\\nme such a young child can take away. ii prom-\\nise like that Boy s I shall never see. How often I", "height": "3452", "width": "2032", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0021.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "xii BIOGRAPHICAL INTRODUCTION.\\npleased myseir that one dny T sliould send to you\\nthis Morning- Star of mine, aiul stay at home so\\ngkidly behind such a representative.\\nIn 1847 Emerson made his second trip across tlie\\nAthmtic, visiting Great Britain and France. His\\nstay lasted only a few months, but it seems as if in\\nthat brief period he met nearly all the famous men\\nand women in Europe. This fact is an indication\\nthat his reputation, not to say his influence, was j\\ns[)reading widely among the most intellectual and,\\nformative minds of the day. I\\nDuring the civil war, and the years last preceding\\nthe \\\\var, he partici])ated freely in the anti-slavery\\nagitation. If the incisiveness of his addresses may j\\nbe inferred from the storms of wrath they incited,\\nhe may he ranked as one of the foremost platform\\nspeakers of the period. His original plan was, like\\nthat of Lincoln, to buy up the slaves at public ex-\\npense. A thousand millions were cheap. The\\ncourse of history necessarily modified this thought,\\nand his final word on abolition is\\nPay rnnsoni to the owner.\\nAnd fill the bag to the brim.\\nWho is tlie owner? Tlie slave is owner,\\nAnd ever was. Pay him.\\nIn 1872 his house in Concord took lire. The\\nneighbors not only rallied to the rescue in such a\\nway as to save his books aiul papers, but instantly", "height": "3411", "width": "1991", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0022.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "BIOGRAPHICAL INTRODUCTION. xiii\\nraised by subscription a sum of money which not\\nonly repaired the liouse perfectly, but left a hand-\\nsome surplus to his credit in the bank. While the\\nhouse was rebuilding he, at the request of his gen-\\nerous friends, went to Europe. This Avas his third\\nand last trip.\\nDuring the last years of his life his mental facul-\\nties declined. He could not recall the names of his\\nmost intimate friends. But his spirit remained\\nserene until his death in 1882.\\nIn personal appearance he was tall and slender.\\nHe claimed to stand six feet in his shoes, but this\\nwas an exaggeration. In \\\\Yeight he turned the\\nscales at about one hundred and forty.\\nHis face was of rare beauty, as may be seen from\\nhis ]Mcture, Avhich is to-day a familiar sight. His\\nportrait is worthy for its beauty of a place by the\\nside of Mendelssohn, Mozart, and Fra Angelico. It\\nI was lighted by a sm^ile of remarkable sweetness.\\nj His voice, too, was melodious and charming. His\\nmanner was that of absolute calmness. In re-\\nI ceiving the large number of visitors, many of whom\\nwere far from agreeable, he was the incarnation of\\npatience. When in his anti-slavery addresses the\\naudience turned into a howling mob, he waited\\npatiently until they became quiet from sheer\\nexhaustion aud then finished the interrupted sen-\\ntence.\\nIt has already been said that Emerson cannot be", "height": "3452", "width": "2032", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0023.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "xiv BIOGRAPHICAL INTRODUCTION.\\nc hissirKMl. For tlu same reason, it is liard to give\\na complete estimate of liis (jiialities. His writings,\\nhowever, have been before the })iiblic for so long\\nthat at this present date his leading characteristics\\nare easily discerned. His most prominent qnality is\\nhis terseness. Every sentence is packed and ramme\\ndown with concentrated thought. All ol his w\\nings are marked bv symbolism. It seems as i\\nhe conld express his thought even in its minutest\\ndivisions only through thcmedium of syndx)lism, or\\nelse his thought w^as of that stamp and grade which\\nrefused to be otherwise expressed. The iise of ex-\\ntreme lanffuao e marks his writino-s. Though he\\nforbade in others the use of the superlative, the\\nmost characteristic and the most familiar of all his\\nphrases, IHtch your wag(^n to a star, is suffi-\\ncient evidence that he himself was master of the\\nsuperlative, whatever his teachings may have been.\\nThe combination of these qualities makes him the.\\nmost quotable writer of the century. There is hard-\\nly a paragraph or even a sentence in all his writings\\nwhich does not contain a brilliant epigram or a fig-\\nure which fastens the attention of (he reader and\\nunlocks his imagination.\\nAs far back as 1838, Longfellow wrote in his diary,\\nHe is vastly more of a poet than a |)hilosopher.\\nTo the present writer it seems that iMuerson was\\nalways a ])oet, in his essays as really as in his vt^rses.\\nHere it is pertinent to quote a few lines from James", "height": "3411", "width": "1991", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0024.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "BIOGRAPHICAL INTRODUCTION. XV\\nRussell Lowell whose literary judgment was well\\nnigh perfect\\nThere comes Emerson first, whose rich words, every one,\\nAre like gold nails in temples to hang trophies on,\\nWhose prose is grand verse, while his verse, the Lord knows,\\nIs some of it pr No, t is not even prose.\\nIn the worst of his poems are mines of rich matter,\\nBut thrown in a heap with a crush and a clatter.\\nHis is, we may say,\\nA Greek head on right Yankee shoulders, whose range\\nHas Olympus for one pole, for t other the Exchange.\\nIt is possible that Lowell would have modified\\nthis judgment later in life, and yet it is substantially\\ncorrect as far as it goes. When he expressed the\\nsame thought in prose and in verse, the elaborations\\nwere different, but both were poetic.\\nHis writings, emphatically the prose, are devoid of\\nformal logic, or of arrangement according to any\\nknown law or usage. Tie understood by intuition.\\nHe turned a thought or a subject over and over that\\nmen might see it. In his discussions there is no be-\\nginning or middle or end. He does not lead up to\\na climax or even a conclusion. He does not finish,\\nhe quits. There is no reason why the essay should\\nnot go on, and, except for its own beauty, there is\\nno reason why it should not have come to a pause\\none paragraph or ten paragraphs earlier. He wrote\\nnot in discourses, but in paragraphs or in sentences.\\nTurning to his verse, one cannot overlook its lack", "height": "3452", "width": "2032", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0025.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "xvi BIOGRAPHICAL INTRODUCTION. f\\nof rliyt]]iii. He had no ear for music. In early life\\nde joined a singing class, but was summarily dis^\\nmissed at the first lesson. His verse does not flow in\\nmusical numbers. The beauty of thought has no\\ncorres])onding beauty of cadence. One cannot but\\nregret that lie Lad not the skill of Spencer or of\\nShelley in versification.\\nIt IS impossible to describe bis terseness better\\nthan by reproducing the following lines\\nI hung my verses in the wind,\\nTime and tide their faults may find\\nAll were winnowed through and through,\\nFive lines lasted good and true.\\nSunshine cannot bleach tlie snow,\\nNor time unmake what poets know.\\nHave you eyes to find the five\\nAVho five hundred did survive\\nAmong the noblest of Emerson s poems is the\\nThrenody, the lament over the death of his young\\nson mentioned above. This poem is fully worthy of\\na place at the side of the noblest in the English Ian\\nguage,\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Milton s Lycidas and Shelley s Ado-\\nnais. It is full of majesty of thought and heart-\\nrending pathos.\\nThe Problem is brief, but it is great. In the\\nspace of about seventy-five lines he discusses the sub-\\nject of universal inspiration. The spirit of the poem\\nis reverent, (hjvout, while it is warm with sympathy,\\nhuman and divine. Some of the lines and phrases", "height": "3411", "width": "1991", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0026.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "BIOGRAPHICAL mTRODUCTlON. xvii\\nhave entered into the common thought and speech\\nof our people, there to stay, notably the line, He\\nbuilded better than he knew. It is not possible in\\nbrief space to describe such a poem, but one must\\nbe content with the bare mention of it.\\nThe hymn on the Concord Fight, beginning\\nBy the rude arch that spanned the flood,\\nTheir flag to April breeze unfurled,\\nHere once the embattled farmers stood\\nAnd fired the shot heard round the world,\\nand the Boston Hymn, read in Music Hall, January\\n1, 1SG3, referring to the emancipation of the slaves,\\ndeserve special mention.\\nIt is not possible to give a list of all of Emerson s\\nbest. His admirers would claim that his best\\nincludes all that he ever wrote. But the poems here\\nnamed are enough to introduce the reader to a won-\\nderfully beautiful and dignified collection of poems.\\nIn transparency of character, in sweetness, placid-\\nity, and attractiveness, Emerson was king of men.\\nThouo h he was not in the least ao:o:ressive, few\\npeople ever approached him without feeling the\\nfascination of his personality. Men of genius,\\nlearning, culture, acknowledged his power. Upon\\neducated young men he had an indescribable in-\\nfluence. An anecdote narrated by Mr. Conway, is\\nhere repeated, although it is familiar, simply because\\nit gives a more just and vivid picture of the win-", "height": "3452", "width": "2032", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0027.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "xviii BIOGRAPHICAL INTRODUCTION.\\nsoinciiess of this remarkable man than could be con-\\nveyed in a dozen pages of descriptive matter.\\nFather Taylor, the unique preacher at the Sailors\\nBethel, was connected with the Methodist denomina-\\ntion. Some of his zealous Methodist brethren ob-\\njected to his friendship for Emerson, on the ground\\nthat the latter, being a Unitarian, must go to\\nIt does look so, said Father Taylor, but I am\\nsure of one thing if Emerson goes to he will\\nchange the climate there, and emigration will set\\nthat way.\\nOf Emerson, Bishop Huntington w^rote, We\\nhave never heard a moral blemish imputed to him,\\nor [seen] any deviation in him from the straight\\ncourse of a clean and honorable manhood. E. P.\\nWhipple demands, What doctrine of heredity can\\ngive ns the genesis of his genius The judgment\\nof Holmes is, It seems to us to-day that Emerson s\\nbest literary prose and verse must live as long as the\\nlanguage lasts. Bryant is rejiorted to have said\\nthat if any American author of to-day is read a\\nthousand years hence, it will be Emerson.\\nIlis was a sweet, gentle, serene, loving spirit, and\\nhis place in literature is permanent.\\nHENRY KETCHAM.", "height": "3411", "width": "1991", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0028.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "POEMS,\\nTHE SPHYNX.\\nThe Sphyiix is drowsy,\\nHer wings are furled,\\nHer ear is heavy,\\nShe broods on the world.\\nWho ll tell me my secret\\nThe ages haxe kept\\nI awaited the seer.\\nWhile they slumbered and slept\\nThe fate of the manchild.\\nThe meaning of man\\nKnown fruit of the unknown,\\nDaedalian plan", "height": "3452", "width": "2032", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0029.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "THE SPHYNX.\\nOut of sleeping a waking,\\nOut of waking a sleep,\\nLife cleatli overtaking,\\nDeep underneath deep.\\nErect as a sunbeam\\nUpspringetli the j^alni\\nThe elephant browses\\nUndaunted and calm\\nIn beautiful motion\\nThe thrush plies his wings\\nKind leaves of his covert\\nYour silence he sings.\\nThe ^vaves unashamed\\nIn difference sweet.\\nPlay glad ^vdth the breezes,\\nOld playfellows meet.\\nThe journeying atoms,\\nPrimordial wholes.\\nFirmly draw, firndy drive.\\nBy their animate poles.", "height": "3366", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0030.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "THE SPHYNX.\\nSea, eartli, air, sound, silence,\\nPlant, quadruped, bird.\\nBy one music enclianted,\\nOne deity stirred,\\nEacli tlie other adorning,\\nAccompany still\\nNight veiletli the morning.\\nThe vapor the hill.\\nThe babe by its mother\\nLies bathed in joy,\\nGlide its hours uncounted.\\nThe sun is its toy\\nShines the peace of all being\\nWithout cloud in its eyes.\\nAnd the sum of the world\\nIn soft miniature lies.\\nBut man crouches and blushes.\\nAbsconds and conceals,\\nHe creepeth and peepeth,\\nHe palters and steals", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0031.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "THE SPHYNX.\\nIiifirin, melancholy,\\nJealous glancing around,\\nAn oaf, an accomj^lice.\\nHe poisons the ground.\\nOut spoke the great mother\\nBeholding his fear.\\nAt the sound of her accents\\nCold shuddered the sphere\\nWho has drugged my boy s cup,\\nWho has mixed my l^oy s bread\\nWho Avith sadness and madness\\nHas turned the manchild s head\\nI heard a poet answer\\nAloud and cheerfully,\\nSay on, sw eet Sphynx thy dirges\\nAre pleasant songs to me.\\nDeep love lieth under\\nThese pictures of time.\\nThey fade in the light of\\nTheir meaning sublime.", "height": "3366", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0032.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "THE SPHYNX.\\nTlie fiend tliat man harries,\\nIs love of tlie Best\\nYawns the Pit of the Dragon\\nLit l)y rays from the Blest.\\nThe Lethe of Natnre\\nCan t trance him again,\\nWhose sonl sees the Perfect,\\nWhich his eyes seek in vain.\\nProfonnder, profounder,\\nMan s spirit mnst dive\\nTo his aye-rolling orbit\\nNo goal Avill arrive.\\nThe heavens that draw him\\nWith sweetness nntold.\\nOnce fonnd, for new heavens\\nHe spurneth the old.\\nPride mined the angels,\\nTheir shame them restores,\\nAnd the joy that is sAveetest\\nLnrks in stings of remorse.", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0033.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "THE SPHYNX.\\nHave I a lover\\nWho is noble and free,\\nI Avoiild lie Avere nobler\\nThan to love me.\\nEterne alternation\\nNow follows, now Hies,\\nAnd under pain, pleasure,\\nUnder pleasure, pain lies.\\nLove Avorlvs at the centre.\\nHeart-heaving alway\\nForth speed the strong pulses\\nTo the borders of day.\\nDull Sphynx, Jove keep thy five wits\\nThy sight is gi owing blear.\\nRue, myrrh, and ciiniiiiin for the Sphynx,\\nHer muddy eyes to clear.\\nThe old Sphynx bit her thick lip,\\nAVho taught thee me to name\\nI am thy spirit, yoke-fellow\\nOf thine eye I am eyebeam.", "height": "3366", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0034.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "THE SPHYNX.\\nTlioii art the unanswert d (juestion\\nCoiildst see tliy proper eye,\\nAlway it asketli, asketli,\\nAnd eacli answer is a lie.\\nSo take tliy quest tlirongli nature,\\nIt through thousand natures ply,\\nAsk on, thou clothed eternit}\\nTime is the false reply.\\nUprose the meriy Sphynx,\\nAnd crouched no more in stone,\\nShe melted into purple cloud,\\nSlie silvered in the moon.\\nShe spired into a yelloAv flame.\\nShe flowered in blossoms red,\\nShe floAved into a foaming Av^ave,\\nShe stood Mouadnoc s head.\\nThorough a thousand voices\\nSpoke the universal dame,\\nWho telleth one of my meanings.\\nIs master of all I am.", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0035.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "EACH AND ALL.\\nLiiTLE thinks, in tlie field, yon red-cloaked\\nclown.\\nOf tliee, from the hill-top looking down\\nAnd the heifer, that lo\\\\vs in the upland farm,\\nFar-heard, lows not thine ear to charm\\nThe sexton tolling the bell at noon,\\nDreams not that great Napoleon\\nStops his horse, and lists Avitli delight,\\nWhilst his files s^veep round yon Alpine\\nheight\\nNor kno vest thou Avhat argument\\nThy life to tliy ueighbor\\\\s creed has lent\\nAll are needed l)y each one,\\nNothinii; is fair or i^-ood alone.\\nI thouglit the sparroAv s note from heaven,\\nSinging at (L-n\\\\ n on the alder l^ough", "height": "3366", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0036.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "EACH AND ALL. c\\nI brouo^lit him home in his nest at even\\nHe sings the song, but it pleases not now\\nFor I did not bring home the river and sky\\nHe sang to my ear they sang to my eye.\\nThe delicate shells lay on the shore\\nThe bubbles of the latest wsive\\nFresh pearls to their enamel gave\\nAnd the bellowing of the savage sea\\nGreeted their safe escape to me\\nI wiped away the weeds and foam,\\nAnd fetched my sea-born treasures home\\nBut the poor, unsightly, noisome things\\nHad left their beauty on the shore\\nWith the sun, and the sand, and the wild up\\nroai\\nThe lover watched his graceful maid\\nAs mid the virgin train she strayed.\\nNor knew her beauty s best attire\\nWas woven still by the snoAV-white quire", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0037.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "IQ EACH AND ALL.\\nAt last slie came to liis liermitage,\\nLike the l)ii (l from tlie Avoodlancls to the\\ncage\\nThe gay enchantment ^vas undone,\\nA gentle ^vife, l)iit fairy none.\\nThen I s ud, I covet Truth\\nBeauty is unripe childhood s cheat,\\nI leave it behind ^\\\\itli the games of youth.\\nAs I spoke, beneath my feet\\nThe ground-pine curled its pretty A\\\\ reath,\\nIwunning over the club-moss biUTs\\nI inhale the violet s breath\\nAround me stood the oaks and firs\\nPine cones and acorns lay on the ground\\nAl)ove me soared the eternal sky,\\nFull of light and deity\\nAgain I sa^v, again I heard,\\nThe rolling I iver, the morning bird\\nBeauty through my senses stole,\\n1 ielded myself to the perfect Avhole.", "height": "3366", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0038.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "THE PKOBLEM.\\nI LIKE a cliiircli, I like a cowl,\\nI love a prophet of tlie soul,\\nAnd on my lieai t monastic aisles\\nFall like sweet strains oi pensive smiles\\nYet not for all liis faith can see,\\nWould I that cowled churchman be.\\nWhy should the vest on him allure,\\nWhich I could not on me endure\\nNot from a vain or shallow thought\\nHis awful Jove young Phidias brought\\nNever froin 11] )S of cunning fell\\nThe thrilling Delphic oracle\\nOut from the lieart of nature rolled\\nThe burdens of the Bible old\\nThe litanies of nations came,\\nLike the volcano s tongue of flame,\\n11", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0039.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "12 THE PROBLEM.\\nUp from the burning core l^elow,\\nThe canticles of love and woe.\\nThe hand that ronnded Peter s dome,\\nAnd groined tlie aisles of Christian Rome,\\nWrought in a sad sincerity,\\nHimself from God he could not free\\nHe huilded better tlian lie kne^v^,*\\nThe conscious stone to beauty grew.\\nKnow st thou ^vliat vrove yon woodl)ird s nest\\nOf leaves and feathers from her 1 )reast\\nOr liow the fish outbuilt its sliell,\\nl^iinting Avitli morn eacli annual cell\\nOr ]l()^v the sacred pine tree adds\\nTo lier old leaves new myriads?\\nSuch and so gre v these holy piles,\\nWhilst love and terror laid the tiles.\\nEarth pnmdly wears the Parthenon\\nAs the best gem upon her zone;\\nAnd Morning opes ^vIth haste her lids\\nTo gaze n[)oii the l\\\\ramids", "height": "3366", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0040.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "THE PROBLEM, 13\\nO er England s ab])ey s l^ends the sky\\nAs on its friends a\\\\ itli kindred e3^e\\nFor out of Thought s interior sphere\\nThese wonders rose to upper air,\\nAnd nature gladly gave them place\\nAdopted them into her race.\\nAnd granted them an ecpial date\\nWith Andes and ^^iih Ararat.\\nThese temples grew as grows the grass,\\nArt might obey l^ut not surpass.\\nThe passive Master lent his hand\\nTo the vast soul that o er him |)lanne(i,\\nAnd the same po^ver that reared the shrine,\\nBestrode the tribes that knelt Avithin.\\nEven the fiery Pentecost\\nGirds with one flame the Countless host,\\nTrances the heart through chanting (piires,\\nAnd through the priest the mind inspires.\\nThe word unto the prophet spoken\\nAVas writ on tallies yet unbroken", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0041.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "14 THE PROBLEM.\\nThe ^vol d l)y seers or sibyls told\\nIn gi-oves of oak, or fanes of gold,\\nStill floats npon the morning wind,\\nStill whispers to the ^villing mind.\\nOne accent of the Holy Ghost\\nThe heedless world hath never lost.\\nI ]u\\\\o\\\\v what say the Fathers wise,\\nThe Book itself before me lies.\\nOld Chrif^ostoni^ l)est Augustine,\\nAnd he who Ident both in his line,\\nThe younger Golden-Vips or mines,\\nTaylor, the Shakspeare of divines,\\nHis ^v()rds are music in my ear,\\nI see his co^vled portrait dear.\\nAnd yet for all his faith could see,\\nI AN ould not the good bishop be.", "height": "3366", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0042.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "TO RHEA.\\nThee, dear friend, a brother soothes,\\nNot Avith flatteries, but truths,\\nWhich tarnish not, but purify-\\nTo light which dims the morning s eye.\\nI have come from the spring- woods,\\nFrom the fragrant solitudes\\nListen what the poplar tree.\\nAnd murmuring waters counselled me.\\nIf with love thy heart has burned.\\nIf thy love is unreturned.\\nHide thy grief within thy breast,\\nThough it tear thee unexpressed.\\nFor, when love has once departed\\nFrom the eyes of the false-hearted.\\nAnd one by one has torn off quite\\nThe bandages of purple light.", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0043.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "16 TO RHEA.\\nThough thou weii; the loveliest\\nForm the Soul had ever drest,\\nThou shalt seem in eaeli reply\\nA vixen to his altered eye\\nThy softest pleadings seem too bold,\\nThy praying lute shall seem to scold.\\nThough thou kept the straightest road,\\nYet thou errest far and broad.\\nBut thou shalt do as do the gods\\nIn their cloudless j^t^i iods\\nFor of this lore be thou sure,\\nThough thou forget, the gods secure\\nForget never their command.\\nBut make the statute of this land\\nAs they lead, so follow all.\\nEver have done, ever shall.\\nWarning to the blind and deaf,\\nTis written on the iron leaf.\\nWho drinJcs of CiipiiTs nectar cup\\nLoveth dowmoard and not up", "height": "3366", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0044.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "TO RHEA. 17\\nTherefore who loves, of gods or men,\\nShall not by the same be loved again\\nHis s^veetheart s idolatry\\nFalls in turn a ne^v degree.\\nWhen a god is once beguiled\\nBy beauty of a mortal child.\\nAnd by her radiant youth delighted,\\nHe is not fooled, l)ut warily kno^veth,\\nHis love shall never be re(|uited\\nAnd thus the wise Immortal doeth.\\nTis his study and delight\\nTo bless that creature, day and night.\\nFrom all evils to defend her.\\nIn her lap to pour all splendor.\\nTo ransack earth for riches rare.\\nAnd fetch her stars to deck her hair\\nHe mixes music with her thoughts.\\nAnd saddens her with heavenly doubts\\nAll grace, all good his great heart knows.\\nProfuse in love the king bestows.", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0045.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "13 TO RHEA.\\nSaying, Hearken, Earth Sea Air\\nThis monument of my despair\\nBuikl I to the All-Good, All-Fair.\\nNot for a private good.\\nBut I from m}^ beatitude,\\nAlbeit scorned as none ^\\\\as scorned,\\nAdorn her as was none adorned.\\nI make this maiden an ensample\\nTo nature through her kingdoms ample,\\nWhereby to model newer races.\\nStatelier forms, and fairer faces,\\nTo carry man to new degrees\\nOf power, and of comeliness.\\nThese presents be the hostages\\nWhich 1 pa\\\\\\\\ n for my release\\nSee to thyself, O universe\\nThou art better and not worse.\\nAnd the god having given all.\\nIs freed forever from his thrall.", "height": "3366", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0046.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "THE VISIT.\\nAsKEST, How long thou shalt stay\\nDevastator of the day\\nKnow, each substance and relation\\nThorough nature s operation,\\nHath its unit, bound, and metre,\\nAnd every ne^v compound\\nIs some product and repeater,\\nProduct of the early found.\\nBut the unit of the visit.\\nThe encounter of the wise.\\nSay what other metre is it\\nThan the meeting of the eyes\\nNature poureth into nature\\nThrough the channels of that feature.\\nHiding on the ray of Sight,\\nMore fleet than waves or w^hirhvinds go,\\n19", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0047.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "20 THE VISIT.\\nOr for service or delight,\\nHearts to hearts their meaning show,\\nSum their long experience,\\nAnd import intelligence.\\nSingle look has drained the breast,\\nSingle moment years confessed.\\nThe duration of a glance\\nIs the term of convenance,\\nAnd, though thy rede l)e church or state,\\nFrugal nudtiples of tliat.\\nSpeeding Saturn cannot halt\\nLinger, thou slialt rue the faidt.\\nIf Love his moment overstay,\\nHatred s s^vift repulsions i)lay.", "height": "3366", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0048.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "URIEL.\\nIt fell in tlie ancient periods\\nWliicli tlie brooding soul surveys,\\nOr ever the wild Time coined itself\\nInto calendar months and days.\\nThis was the lapse of Uriel,\\nWhich in Paradise befell.\\nOnce among the Pleiads walking,\\nSaid overheard the young gods talking,\\nAnd the treason too long pent\\nTo his ears i^vas evident.\\nThe young deities discussed\\nLaws of form and metre just,\\nOrb, quintessence, and sunbeams,\\nAVhat subsisteth, and what seems.\\nOne, with low tones that decide.\\nAnd doubt and reverend use defied,\\n21", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0049.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "22 URIEL.\\nAVitli a look tliat solved the sphere,\\nAnd stirred the devils everywhere,\\nGave his sentiment divine\\nAgainst the being of a line\\nLine in nature is not found.\\nUnit and universe are round\\nIn vain produced, all rays return.\\nEvil Avill bless, and ice will burn.\\nAs Uriel spoke Avitli piercing eye,\\nA shudder ran around tlie sky\\nThe stern old Asar-gods sliook their heads,\\nThe seraphs fro\\\\vned from in}^rtle-beds\\nSeem sd to the holy festival,\\nTlie rash ^vord ])oded ill to all\\nThe })alance-beam of Fate was bent\\nThe bonds of c^ood and ill were rent\\nStrong Hades could not keep his own,\\nBut all slid to confusion.\\nA sad self-knowlediTc witherinir fell\\nOn the beauty of Uriel.", "height": "3366", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0050.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "URIEL. 23\\nIn heaven once eminent, tlie god\\nWithdrew that hour into his cloud,\\nWhether doomed to long gyration\\nIn the sea of generation,\\nOr by knowledge grown too bright\\nTo hit the nerve of feel3ler sight.\\nStraightway a forgetting ^vind\\nStole over the celestial kind,\\nAnd their lips the secret kept,\\nIf in ashes the fibre-seed slept.\\nBut no^v and then truth-speaking things\\nShamed the ano:els veilins^ an ino-s,\\nAnd, shrilling from the solar course,\\nOr from fruit of chemic force.\\nProcession of a soul in matter.\\nOr the speeding change of water.\\nOr out of the good of evil l:)orn.\\nCame Uriel s voice of cherub scorn\\nAnd a l)lush tinged the upper sky,\\nAnd the gods shook, they knew not why.", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0051.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "THE WORLD-SOUL.\\nTiiAXKs to tlie morning liglit,\\nThanks to tlie seething sea,\\nTo the uplands of New Hampsliire,\\nTo the ixreen-haired forest free\\nThanks to eacli man of eonrage,\\nTo tlie maids of lioly mind,\\nTo tlie l)oy Avitli his games undaunted,\\nWho never looks behind.\\nCities of proud hotels,\\nHouses of rich and great,\\nVice nestles in our chambers.\\nBeneath your roofs of slate.\\nIt cannot con([uer folly,\\nTime-and-space-con(|iiering steam,\\nAnd the liglit-outspeeding telegraph\\nBears nothing on its beam.", "height": "3366", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0052.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "THE WORLD-SOUL. 25\\nThe politics are base,\\nThe letters do not cheer,\\nAnd tis far in the deeps of history\\nThe voice that speaketh clear.\\nTrade and the streets ensnare us,\\nOur ].)odies are weak and Avorn,\\nAVe plot and corrupt each other,\\nAnd we despoil the unljorn.\\nYet there in the parlor sits\\nSome figure of noble guise,\\nOur angel in a sti anger s form.\\nOr Avoman s pleading eyes\\nOr only a flashing sunbeam\\nIn at tlie Avindo^v pane\\nOr music pours on mortals\\nIts beautiful disdain.\\nThe inevitable morning\\nFinds them who in cellars be.\\nAnd be sure the all-lo^ang Nature\\nWill smile in a factory.", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0053.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "20 THE WORLD-SOUL.\\nYon ridge of })iirple landscape,\\nYon sky between the Av^alls,\\nHold all the hidden wonders\\nIn scanty intervals.\\nAlas, the sprite that haunts ns\\nDeceives our rash desire,\\nIt AN hispers of the glorious gods,\\nAnd leaves us in the mire\\nWe cannot learn tlie ci[)lier\\nThat s Avrit upon -)ur cell.\\nStars help us l)y a mystery\\n^Mlich M e could never spell.\\nIf l ut one hero lvne^v it,\\nTlie world would l)lush iu flame.\\nThe sage, till he hit the secret.\\nWould hang his head for shame.\\nl ut our brothers have not read it^\\nNot one lias fonnd the key,\\nAnd lieiiceforth ^ve are comfoi ted,\\nAVe are but such as they.", "height": "3366", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0054.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "THE WORLD-SOUL. 27\\nStill, still the secret presses,\\nThe Hearing clouds draAV down,\\nThe crimson morning flames into\\nThe fopperies of the town.\\nWithin, without, the idle earth\\nStars Aveave eternal rings,\\nThe sun himself shines heartil}^,\\nAnd shares the joy he brings.\\nAnd what if trade so^v cities\\nLike shells along the shore,\\nAnd thatch Avith towns the prairie broad\\nWith railways ironed o er\\nThey are but sailing foambells\\nAlong Thought s causing stream,\\nAnd take their shape and Sun-color\\nFrom him that sends the dream.\\nFor destiny does not like\\nTo yield to men the helm,\\nAnd shoots his thought by hidden nerves\\nThroughout the solid realm.", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0055.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "28 THE WORLD-SOUL.\\nThe patient Daemon sits\\nWith I oses and a sliroiul,\\nlie has his way, and deals his gifts\\nBut ours is not alloNved.\\nHe is no churl or triiier,\\nAnd his ic-eroy is none,\\nLove-without-Aveakness,\\nOf genius sire and son\\nAnd his will is not th^varted,\\nThe seeds of land and sea\\nAnd the atoms of his body bright,\\nAnd his behest obey.\\nlie serveth tlie servant,\\nTlie bra\\\\ e he loves amain,\\nlie kills the cripple and tlic sick,\\nAnd straio-ht beii-ins au^ain\\nFor m)ds deliii^lit in liods,\\nAnd thrust the weak aside;\\nTo him \\\\\\\\ho scoi iis their chai ities,\\nTheir arms ily open n\\\\ ide.", "height": "3366", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0056.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "THE WORLD-SOUL. 29\\nWhen tlie old world is sterile,\\nAnd the ages are effete,\\nlie will from ^vrecks and sediment\\nThe fairer Avorld comj^lete.\\nHe forLids to despair,\\nHis cheeks mantle with mirth,\\nAnd the nnimagined good of men\\nIs yeaning at the birth.\\nSpring still makes spring in the mind.\\nWhen sixty years are told\\nLove wakes ane^v this throbbing heart.\\nAnd Ave are never old.\\nOver the ^vinter glaciers,\\nI see tlie snmmer glow\\nAnd through the wild-piled snowdiift\\nThe warm rose buds below.", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0057.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "ALPHONSO OF CASTILE.\\nI Alpiionso live and learn,\\nSeeing nature go astern.\\nThincrs deteriorate in kind,\\nLemons rnn to leaves and rind,\\nMeagre crop of figs and limes.\\nShorter days and harder times.\\nFlowering April cools and dies\\nIn the insufficient skies\\nImps at high Midsummer blot\\nHalf the sun s disk Avith a spot\\nT^^\u00e2\u0080\u00a2ill not now avail to tan\\nOrange cheek, or skin of man\\nRoses bleach, the goats are dry,\\nLisbon quakes, the people ciy.\\nYon pale sci-awny fislier fools.\\nGaunt as l)itterns in the pools,\\n30", "height": "3366", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0058.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "ALPHONSO OF CASTILE. 31\\nAre no brothers of my blood,\\nThey discredit Adainhood.\\nEyes of gods ye must have seen.\\nO er your ramparts as ye lean,\\nThe general debility,\\nOf genius the sterility.\\nMighty projects countermanded,\\nEash ambition broken-handed.\\nPuny man and scentless rose\\nTormenting Pan to double the dose.\\nKebuild or ruin either fill\\nOf vital force the wasted rill,\\nOr, tumble all again in heap\\nTo Aveltering chaos, and to sleep.\\nSay, Seigneurs, are the old Mies dry,\\nWhich fed the veins of earth and sky,\\nThat mortals miss the loyal heats\\nAVhich drove them erst to social feats,\\nNow to a savage selfness grown,\\nThink nature barely serves for one", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0059.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "ALPHONSO OF CASTILE.\\nWitli science poorly mask their hurt,\\nAnd vex the gods with question pert,\\nImmensely curious whether you\\nStill are rulers, or Mildew.\\nMasters, Fm in pain with you\\nMasters, I ll be plain itli you.\\nIn my palace of Castile,\\nI, a king, for kings can feel\\nThere my thoughts the matter roll.\\nAnd solve and oft resolve the whole,\\nAnd, for I m styled Alphonse the Wise,\\nYe shall not fail for sound advice.\\nBefore ye Avant a drop of rain.\\nHear the sentiment of Spain.\\nYou liave tried famine no more try it\\nPly us noAv with a full diet\\nTeach your pupils noAV Avith plenty,\\nFor one sun supply us twent}^\\nI liave thought it thoroughly over.\\nState of hermit, state of lover", "height": "3366", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0060.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "ALPHONSO OF CASTILE. 33\\nWe must have society,\\nWe cannot spare variety.\\nHear you, then, celestial fellows\\nFits not to be over zealous\\nSteads not to ork on the clean jump.\\nNor ^vine nor brains perpetual pump\\nMen and gods are too ex tense,\\nCould you slacken and condense\\nYour rank overgrowths reduce,\\nTill your kinds abound with juice\\nEarth crowded cries, Too many men,\\nMy counsel is, Kill nine in ten.\\nAnd bestow the shares of all\\nOn the remnant decimal.\\nAdd their nine lives to this cat\\nStuff their nine l)rains in his hat\\nMake his frame and forces square\\nWith the labors he must dare\\nThatch his flesh, and even his years\\nWith the marble which he rears\\nThere growing slowly old at ease,\\n3", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0061.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "34 ALPH0N80 OF CASTILE.\\nNo faster than liis planted trees,\\nHe may, by ^va^^ant of his age,\\nIn schemes of broader scope engage\\nSo shall ye have a man of the sphere,\\nFit to grace the solar year.", "height": "3366", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0062.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "MITHRIDATES.\\nI CANNOT spare water or wine,\\nTobacco-leaf, or poppy, or rose\\nFrom the earth-poles to the Line,\\nAll between that works or grows,\\nEvery thing is kin of mine.\\nGive me agates for my meat,\\nGive me cantharids to eat.\\nFrom air and ocean bring me foods,\\nFrom all zones and altitudes.\\nFrom all natures, sharp and slimy,\\nSalt and basalt, wild and tame.\\nTree, and lichen, ape, sea-lion.\\nBird and reptile be my game.\\nIvy for my fillet band,\\nBlindins; do^^wood in my hand.", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0063.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "36 MITHRIDATES.\\nHemlock for my sherbet cull me,\\nAnd the prussic juice to lull me,\\nSwing me in the upas boughs,\\nYampire-fanned, a\\\\ hen I carouse.\\nToo long shut in strait and few,\\nThinly dieted on dew,\\nI will use tlie a\\\\ orld, and sift it,\\nTo a thousand humors shift it,\\nAs you spin a cherry.\\nO doleful ghosts, and goblins merry,\\nO all you virtues, methods, mights\\nMeans, appliances, delights\\nKeputed Avrongs, and l)raggart lights\\nSmug routine, and things allowed\\nMinorities, things imder cloud\\nHither take me, use me, fill me,\\nVein and artery, though ye kill me\\nGod I Avill not be an owl,\\nBut sun me in the Capitol.", "height": "3366", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0064.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "TO J. W.\\nSet not tliy foot on graves\\nHear what wine and roses say\\nThe mountain chase, the summer waves,\\nThe crowded town, thy feet may well delay,\\nSet nor thy foot on graves\\nNor seek to unwind the shroud\\nWhich charitable time\\nAnd nature have allowed\\nTo wrap the errors of a sage sublime.\\nSet not thy foot on graves\\nCare not to strip the dead\\nOf his sad ornament\\nHis myrrh, and wine, and rings,\\nHis sheet of lead,\\nAnd trophies buried\\n37", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0065.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "38 TO J. W.\\nGo get them where he earned them when alive,\\nAs resolutely dig or dive.\\nLife is too short to waste\\nThe critic bite or cynic bark,\\nQuarrel, or reprimand\\nTwill soon be dark\\nUp mind thine own aim, and\\nGod speed the mark.", "height": "3366", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0066.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "FATE.\\nThat you are fair or wise is vain,\\nOr strong, or rich, or generous\\nYou must have also the untaught strain\\nThat sheds beauty on the rose.\\nThere is a melody born of melody,\\nWhich melts the world into a sea.\\nToil could never compass it.\\nArt its height could never hit.\\nIt came never out of wit,\\nBvit a music music-born\\nWell may Jove and Juno scorn.\\nThy beauty, if it lack the fire\\nWhich drives me mad with sweet desire,\\nWhat boots it what the soldier s mail\\nUnless he conquer and prevail", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0067.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "40 FATE.\\nWhat all the goods thy pride a\\\\ hich lift,\\nIf thou pine for another s gift\\nAlas that one is born in blight,\\nVictim of perpetual slight\\nWhen thou lookest in his face,\\nThy heart saith. Brother go thy ways 1\\nNone shall ask thee what thou doest,\\nOr care a rush for what thou knowest,\\nOr listen when thou repliest,\\nOr remember where thou liest,\\nOr how thy supper is sodden,\\nAnd another is born\\nTo make the sun forgotten.\\nSurely he carries a talisman\\nUnder his tongue\\nBroad are his shoulders, and strong,\\nAnd his eye is scornful,\\nThreatening, and young.\\nI hold it of little matter.\\nWhether your jewel be of pure water,\\nA rose diamond or a white,", "height": "3366", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0068.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "FATE. 41\\nBut whether it dazzle me with light.\\nI care not how you are clrest,\\nIn the coarsest, or in the best,\\nNor whether your name is base or brave,\\nNor for the fashion of your behavior,\\nBut whether you charm me,\\nBid my bread feed, and my fire warm me,\\nAnd dress up nature in your favor.\\nOne thing is forever good.\\nThat one thing is success,\\nDear to the Eumenides,\\nAnd to all the heavenly brood.\\nWho bides at home, nor looks abroad.\\nCarries the eagles, and masters the sword.", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0069.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "GUY.\\nMoiiTAL mixed of middle clay,\\nAttempered to the night and day,\\nInterchangeable with things,\\nNeeds no amulets nor rings.\\n(jiiy possessed the talisman\\nThat all things from him began.\\nAnd as, of old, Polycrates\\nChained the sunshine and the l)reeze,\\nSo did Guy betimes discover\\nFortune was his guard and lover;\\nIn strange junctures, felt with awe\\nI lis OAvn symmetry with law.\\nThat no mixture could withstand\\nThe virtue of his lucky hand.\\nHe gold or jewel could not lose.\\nNor not receive his ample dues\\n42", "height": "3366", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0070.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "GUY. 43\\nTu tlie street, if lie turned round,\\nHis eye the eye twixs seeking found.\\nIt seemed liis Genius discreet\\nAVorked on tlie ]V[aker\\\\s own receipt,\\nAnd made eacli tide and element\\nStewards of stipend and of rent;\\nSo that tlie common ^vaters fell\\nAs costly wine into liis well.\\nHe had so sped his Avise affairs\\nThat he caught nature in his snares\\nEai-ly or late, the falling rain\\nArrived in time to s^vell his grain\\nStream could not so perversely Avind,\\nBut corn of Guy s Avas there to grind\\nThe whirhvind found it on its Avay\\nTo speed his sails, to dry his hay\\nAnd the world s sun seemed to rise\\nTo drudge all day for Guy the wise.\\nIn his rich nurseries, timely skill\\nStrong crab with nobler blood did fill\\nThe Zephyr in his garden rolled", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0071.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "44: GUY.\\nFrom pliiin trees vegetable gold\\nAnd all the hours of the year\\nWith their o^v u harvest hovei ed were\\nThere was no frost but welcome came,\\nNor freshet, nor midsummer flame\\nBelonged to wind and Avorld the toil\\nAnd venture, and to Guy the oil.", "height": "3366", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0072.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "TACT.\\nWhat boots it, thy virtue,\\nWhat profit thy parts,\\nWhile one thing thou lackest,\\nThe art of all arts\\nThe only credentials,\\nPassport to success.\\nOpens castle and parlor,\\nAddress, man. Address.\\nThe maiden in dan2:er\\nWas saved by the swain.\\nHis stout arm restored her\\nTo Broadway again\\nThe maid would reAvard him,\\nGay company come,\\nThey laugh, she laughs with them,\\nHe is moonstruck and dumb.\\n45", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0073.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "46 TACT.\\nThis clenches the bargain,\\nSails out of the bay,\\nGets the vote in the Senate,\\nSpite of Webster and Clay\\nHas for genius no mercy,\\nFor speeches no heed,\\nIt lurks in the eyebeam,\\nIt leaps to its deed.\\nChurch, tavern, and mai ket,\\nBed and board it will sway\\nIt has no to-morro^v,\\nIt ends Avith to-day.", "height": "3366", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0074.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "HAMATREYA.\\nMiNOTT, Lee, Willard, Hosmer, Meriam, Flint,\\nPossessed the land, which rendered to their toil\\nHay, corn, roots, hemp, flax, apples, wool, and\\nwood.\\nEach of these landlords walked amidst his\\nfarm.\\nSaying, Tis mine, my children s, and my\\nname s.\\nHow sweet the west wind sounds in my own\\ntrees\\nHow graceful climb those shadows on my hill\\nI fancy those pure waters and the flags\\nKnow me as does my dog we sympathize.\\nAnd, I affirm, my actions smack of the soil.\\nWhere are those men Asleep beneath their\\ngrounds,\\n47", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0075.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "48 HAMATREYA.\\nAnd strangers, fond as they, their furrows\\nplough.\\nEarth laughs in flowers to see her boastful\\nboys\\nEarth proud, proud of the earth which is not\\ntheirs\\nWho steer the plough, but cannot steer their\\nfeet\\nClear of the grave.\\nThey added ridge to valley, brook to pond.\\nAnd sighed for all that bounded their domain,\\nThis suits me for a pasture that s my park,\\nWe must have clay, lime, gravel, granite-ledge.\\nAnd misty lowland where to go for peat.\\nThe land is well, lies fairly to the south.\\nTis good, when you have crossed the sea and\\nback.\\nTo find the sitfast acres where you left them.\\nAh the hot owner sees not Death, who adds\\nHim to his land, a lump of mould the more.\\nHear what the Earth says", "height": "3366", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0076.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "hamatreya. 49\\nEaktii-Song.\\nMine and yours,\\nMine not yours.\\nEarth endures,\\nStars abide,\\nShine down in the old sea,\\nOld are the shores.\\nBut where are old men\\nI who have seen much.\\nSuch have I never seen.\\nThe lawyer s deed\\nRan sure\\nIn tail\\nTo them and to their heirs\\nWho shall succeed\\nWithout fail\\nFor evermore.\\nHere is the land,\\nShaggy with wood,\\nWith its old valley.", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0077.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "50 HAMATREYA.\\nMound, and flood.\\nBut the heritors\\nFled like the flood s foam\\nThe lawyer, and the laws,\\nAnd the kingdom,\\nClean swept herefrom.\\nThey called me theirs.\\nWho so controlled me\\nYet every one\\nWished to stay, and is gone.\\nHow am I theirs,\\nIf they cannot hold me,\\nBut I hold them\\nWhen I heard the Earth-soncr,\\nI was no longer brave\\nMy avarice cooled\\nLike lust in the chill of the grave.", "height": "3366", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0078.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "GOOD-BY.\\nGooD-BY, proud world, I m going home,\\nThou rt not my friend, and I m not thine\\nLong through thy weary crowds I roam\\nA river-ark on the ocean brine,\\nLong I ve been tossed like the driven foam,\\nBut now, proud world, I m going home.\\nGood-by to Flattery s fawning face,\\nTo Grandeur, with his wise grimace.\\nTo upstart Wealth s averted eye,\\nTo supple Office low and high,\\nTo crowded halls, to court, and street.\\nTo frozen hearts, and hasting feet.\\nTo those who go, and those who come,\\nGood-by, proud world, I m going home.\\n.51", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0079.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "52 GOOD-BY.\\nFm going to my own lieartli-stone\\nT-^osomed in yon green liills, alone,\\nA secret nook in a pleasant land,\\nWhose groves the frolic fairies planned\\nWhere arches green the livelong day\\nEcho the blackbird s roundelay.\\nAnd vnlgar feet have never trod\\nA spot that is sacred to thought and God.\\nOh, when I ain safe in my sylvan home,\\nI tread on the pride of Greece and Rome\\nAnd Avdien I am stretched beneath the pines\\nAVhere the evening star so holy shines,\\nI laugh at the lore and the piide of man,\\nAt tlie sophist schools, and the learned clan\\nFor what are they all in their high conceit,\\nW^hen man in the bush with God may meet.", "height": "3366", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0080.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "THE RHODORA,\\nON BEING ASKED, WHENCE IS THE FLOWER.\\nIn May, when sea- winds pierced our solitudes,\\nI found the fresh Rhodora in the woods.\\nSpreading its leafless blooms in a damp nook.\\nTo please the desert and the sluggish brook.\\nThe purple petals fallen in the pool\\nMade the black water with their beauty gay\\nHere might the red-bird come his plumes to\\ncool.\\nAnd court the flower that cheapens his array.\\nRhodora if the sages ask thee why\\nThis charm is wasted on the earth and sky.\\nTell them, dear, that, if eyes were made for\\nseeing,\\nThen beauty is its own excuse for being\\n5*3", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0081.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "54 THE RHODORA.\\nWhy thou wert there, O rival of the rose\\nI never thought to ask I never knew\\nBut in my simple ignorance suppose\\nThe self-same power that brought me there,\\nbrought you.", "height": "3366", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0082.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "THE HUMBLEBEE.\\nBurly dozing humblebee\\nWhere thou art is clime for me.\\nLet them sail for Porto Rique,\\nFar-off heats through seas to seek,\\nI will follow thee alone,\\nThou animated torrid zone\\nZig-zag steerer, desert-cheerer,\\nLet me chase thy waving lines,\\nKeep me nearer, me thy hearer,\\nSinging over shrubs and vines.\\nInsect lover of the sun,\\nJoy of thy dominion\\nSailor of the atmosphere.\\nSwimmer through the waves of air.\\nVoyager of light and noon.\\nEpicurean of June,\\nWait I prithee, till I come\\n55", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0083.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "56 THE HUMBLEBEE.\\nWithin ear-shot of thy hum,\\nAll without is martyrdom.\\nWhen the south wind, in May days,\\nWith a net of shining haze.\\nSilvers the horizon wall.\\nAnd, with softness touching all,\\nTints the human countenance\\nWith a color of romance.\\nAnd, infusing subtle heats,\\nTurns the sod to violets.\\nThou in sunny solitudes,\\nKover of the underwoods.\\nThe green silence dost displace,\\nWith thy mellow breezy bass.\\nHot midsummer s petted crone,\\nSweet to me thy drowsy tune.\\nTelling of countless sunny hours.\\nLong days, and solid banks of flowers.\\nOf gulfs of sweetness without bound\\nIn Indian wildernesses found,", "height": "3366", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0084.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "THE HUMBLEBEE. 57\\nOf Syrian peace, immortal leisure,\\nFirmest cheer and bird-like pleasure.\\nAuglit unsavory or unclean,\\nHath my insect never seen.\\nBut violets and bilberry bells.\\nMaple sap and daffodels,\\nGrass with green flag half-mast high,\\nSuccory to match the sky,\\nColumbine with horn of honey.\\nScented fern, and agrimony.\\nClover, catchfly, adders-tongue,\\nAnd brier-roses dwelt among\\nAll beside was unknown waste,\\nAll was picture as he passed.\\nWiser far than human seer,\\nYellow-breeched philosopher\\nSeeing only what is fair,\\nSipping only what is sweet,\\nThou dost mock at fate and care,\\nLeave the chaff and take the wheat.", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0085.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "5S THE BUMBLEBEE.\\nWhen tlie fierce northwestern blast\\nCools sea and land so far and fast,\\nThou already slumberest deep,\\nWoe and want thou canst out-sleep,\\nWant and ^voe ^vhich torture us,\\nThy sleep makes ridiculous.", "height": "3366", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0086.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "BERRYING.\\nMay be true wliat I had heard,\\nEarth s a howling wilderness\\nTruculent with fraud and force,\\nSaid I, strolling through the pastures,\\nAnd along the riverside.\\nCaught among the blackberry vines,\\nFeeding on the Ethiops sweet,\\nPleasant fancies overtook me\\nI said, What influence me preferred\\nElect to dreams thus beautiful\\nThe vines replied, And didst thou deem\\nNo wisdom to our berries went\\n59", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0087.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "THE SNOW-STORM.\\nAnnounced by all the trumpets of the sky\\nArrives the snow, and, driving o er the fields,\\nSeems nowhere to alight the whited air\\nHides hills and woods, the river and the\\nheaven.\\nAnd veils the farm-house at the garden s end.\\nThe steed and traveller stoj)ped, the courier s\\nfeet\\nDelayed, all friends shut out, the housemates\\nsit.\\nAround the radiant fireplace, enclosed\\nIn a tumultuous privacy of storm.\\nCome, see the north wind s masonry.\\nOut of an unseen (quarry evermore\\nFurnished with tile, the fierce artificer\\nCurves his white bastions with projected roof\\n60", "height": "3366", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0088.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "THE SNOW-STORM. 61\\nKound every windward stake, or tree, or door.\\nSpeeding, the myriad-handed, his wild work\\nSo fanciful, so savage, naught cares he\\nFor number or proportion. Mockingly\\nOn coop or kennel he hangs Parian wreaths\\nA swan-like fonn invests the hidden thorn\\nFills up the farmer s lane from wall to wall,\\nMaugre the farmer s sighs, and at the gate\\nA tapering turret overtops the work.\\nAnd when his hours are numbered, and the\\nworld\\nIs all his own, retiring, as he were not.\\nLeaves, when the sun appears, astonished Art\\nTo mimic in slow structures, stone by stone,\\nBuilt in an age, the mad wind s night- work.\\nThe frolic architecture of the snow.", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0089.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "WOOD NOTES.\\nFor this present, hard\\nIs the fortune of the bar\\nBorn out of time\\nAll his accomplishment\\nFrom nature s utmost treasure spent\\nBooteth not him.\\nWhen the pine tosses its cones\\nTo the song of its waterfall tones,\\nHe speeds to the woodland walks,\\nTo birds and trees he talks.\\nCaesar of his leafy Rome,\\nThere the poet is at home.\\nHe goes to the riverside,\\nNot hook nor line hath he\\n62", "height": "3366", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0090.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "WOOD NOTES. 63\\nHe stands in the meadows wide,\\nNor gun nor scythe to see\\nWith none has he to do,\\nAnd none seek him,\\nNor men below,\\nNor spirits dim.\\nSure some god his eye enchants,\\nWhat he knows, nobody wants.\\nIn the wood he travels glad\\nWithout better fortune had,\\nMelancholy without bad.\\nPlanter of celestial plants.\\nWhat he knows, nobody wants,\\nWhat he knows, he hides, not vaunts.\\nKnowledge tliis man prizes best\\nSeems fantastic to the rest.\\nPondering shadows, colors, clouds,\\nGrass buds, and caterpillars shrouds.\\nBoughs on which the wild bees settle.\\nTints that spot the violet s petal.\\nWhy nature loves the number five.", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0091.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "64 WOOD NOTES.\\nAnd why the star-form she repeats,\\nLover of all things alive,\\nWonderer at all he meets,\\nWonderer chiefly at himself,\\nWho can tell him what he is,\\nOr how meet in human elf\\nComing and past eternities\\nAnd such I knew, a forest seer,\\nA minstrel of the natural year.\\nForeteller of the vernal ides,\\nWise harbinger of spheres and tides,\\nA lover true who knew by heart\\nEach joy the mountain dales impart\\nIt seemed that nature could not raise\\nA plant in any secret place.\\nIn quaking bog, on snowy hill,\\nBeneath the grass that shades the rill.\\nUnder the snow, between the rocks.\\nIn damp fields known to bird and fox.", "height": "3366", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0092.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "WOOD NOTES. 65\\nBut he would come in the very hour\\nIt opened in its virgin bower,\\nAs if a sunbeam showed the place,\\nAnd tell its long-descended race.\\nIt seemed as if the breezes brought him.\\nIt seemed as if the sparrows taught him,\\nAs if by secret sight he kne^v\\nWhere in far fields the orchis grew.\\nThere are many events in the field\\nWhich are not shown to common eyes.\\nBut all her shows did nature yield\\nTo please and win this pilgrim wise.\\nHe saw the partridge drum in the woods,\\nHe heard the woodcock s evening hymn.\\nHe found the tawny thrush s broods.\\nAnd the shy hawk did wait for him.\\nWhat others did at distance hear,\\nAnd guessed within the thicket s gloom,\\nAVas showed to this philosopher.\\nAnd at his bidding seemed to come.", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0093.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "GQ WOOD NOTES.\\nIll luiploughed Maine, lie sought the lumberer s\\ngang,\\nWhere from a hundred lakes young rivers\\nsprang\\nHe trod the unphuited forest-floor, a\\\\ liereon\\nThe all-seeing sun for ages hath not shone,\\nWhere feeds the moose, and Av^alks the surly\\nbear.\\nAnd up the tall mast runs the woodpecker.\\nHe sa^v, beneath dim aisles, in odorous beds,\\nThe slight Linna^a hang its t^vin-born heads.\\nAnd blessed the monument of the man of\\nfloAvers,\\nWhich breathes his s^veet fame through the\\nNorthern l)o\\\\vers.\\nHe heard A\\\\hen in the grove, at intervals,\\nAYith sudden roar the aged pine tree falls,\\nOne crash the deatli-hymn of the perfect tree,\\nDeclares tlie close of its green century.", "height": "3366", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0094.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "WOOD NOTES. 67\\nLow lies the plant to wliose creation went\\nSweet influence from every element\\nWhose living towers the years conspired to\\nbuild,\\nWliose giddy top the morning loved to gild.\\nThrough these green tents, by eldest nature\\ndrest,\\nlie roamed, content alike with man and ])east.\\nAVhere darkness found him, he lay glad at\\nniglit\\nThere the red morning touched him with its\\nlidit.\\nThree moons his ij^reat heart him a hermit\\nmade,\\nSo long he roved at will the boundless shade.\\nThe timid it concerns to ask their Avay,\\nAnd fear a\\\\ hat foe in caves and swamps can\\nstray.\\nTo make no step mitil the event is known.\\nAnd ills to come as evils past bemoan\\nNot so the wise no coward atch he keeps,", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0095.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "68 WOOD NOTES.\\nTo spy what danger on his pathway creeps\\nGo where he will, the wise man is at home,\\nHis hearth the earth; his hall the azure\\ndome\\nWhere his clear spirit leads him, there s his\\nroad,\\nBy God s own light illumined and foreshowed.\\nTwas one of the charmed days\\nWhen the genius of God doth flow,\\nThe wind may alter twenty ways,\\nA tempest cannot blow\\nIt may blow north, it still is warm\\nOr south it still is clear\\nOr east, it smells like a clover farm\\nOr west, no thunder fear.\\nThe musing peasant lowly great\\nBeside the forest water sate\\nThe rope-like pine-roots crosswise grown\\nComposed the network of his throne", "height": "3366", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0096.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "WOOD NOTES. 69\\nThe wide lake edged with sand and grass\\nWas burnished to a floor of glass,\\nPainted with shadows green and proud\\nOf the tree and of the cloud.\\nHe Avas the heart of all the scene,\\nOn him the sun looked more serene,\\nTo hill and cloud his face was known,\\nIt seemed the likeness of their own.\\nThey knew by secret sympathy\\nThe public child of earth and sky.\\nYou ask, he said, what guide.\\nMe through trackless thickets led.\\nThrough thick-stemmed woodlands rough and\\nwide?\\nI found the waters bed\\nI travelled grateful by their side.\\nOr through their channel dry\\nThey led me through the thicket damp.\\nThrough brake and fern, the beavers camp,\\nThrough beds of granite cut my road.\\nAnd their resistless friendship showed.", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0097.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "70 WOOD NOTES.\\nThe falling waters led me,\\nThe foodful ^vaters fed me,\\nAnd brought me to the lowest land,\\nUnerring to the ocean sand.\\nThe moss upon the forest bark\\nWas pole-star hen the night was dark\\nThe purple berries in the wood\\nSupplied me necessary food.\\nFor nature ever faithful is\\nTo such as trust her faithfulness.\\nWhen the forest shall mislead me.\\nWhen the night and morning lie.\\nWhen sea and land refuse to feed me,\\nTwill be time enough to die\\nThen will yet my mother yield\\nA pillow in her greenest field.\\nNor the June floAvers scorn to cover\\nThe clay of their departed lover.", "height": "3366", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0098.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "WOOD NOTES.\\nII.\\nAs sunbeams stream through liberal s])ace^\\nAnd notliing jostle or displace^\\nSo ivaved the pine tree through my thought^\\nAnd fanned the dreams it never brought.\\nWhether is better the gift or the donor\\nCome to me,\\nQuoth the pine tree,\\nI am the giver of honor.\\nMy garden is the cloven rock.\\nAnd my manure the snow.\\nAnd drifting sand heaps feed my stock,\\nIn summer s scorching glow.\\nAncient or curious.\\nWho knoweth ausrht of us\\n71", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0099.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "72 WOOD NOTEa\\nOld as Jove,\\nOld as Love,\\nWlio of me\\nTells the pedigree\\nOnly the mountains old,\\nOnly the waters cold,\\nOnly moon and star\\nMy coevals are.\\nEre the first fowl sung\\nMy relenting boughs among,\\nEre Adam wived,\\nEre Adam lived.\\nEre the duck dived,\\nEre the bees hived.\\nEre the lion roared,\\nEre the eagle soared,\\nLight and heat, land and sea\\nSpake unto the oldest tree.\\nGlad in the sweet and secret aid\\nWhich matter unto matter paid,\\nThe water flowed, the breezes fanned,", "height": "3366", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0100.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "WOOD NOTES. 73\\nThe tree confined the roving sand,\\nThe sunbeam gave me to the sight,\\nThe tree adorned the formless light,\\nAnd once again\\nO er the grave of men\\nWe shall talk to each other again\\nOf the old age behind.\\nOf the time out of mind,\\nWhich shall come again.\\nWhether is better the gift of the donor\\nCome to me,\\nQuoth the pine tree,\\nI am the giver of honor.\\nHe is great who can live by me\\nThe rough and bearded forester\\nIs better than the lord\\nGod fills the scrip and canister,\\nSin piles the loaded board.\\nThe lord is the peasant that was.\\nThe peasant the lord that shall be,", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0101.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "74 WOOD NOTES.\\nThe lord is hay, the peasant grass,\\nOne dry and one the living tree.\\nGenius with my boughs shall flourish,\\nWant and cold our roots shall nourish\\nWho liveth by the ragged pine,\\nFoundeth a heroic line\\nWho liveth in the palace hall,\\nWaneth fast and spendeth all\\nHe goes to my savage haunts,\\nWith his chai iot and his care.\\nMy t^vilight realm he disenchants.\\nAnd finds his prison there.\\nWhat prizes the town and the tower\\nOnly what the pine tree yields,\\nSinew that subdued the fields.\\nThe Avi Id-eyed boy who in the woods\\nChants his h} mn to hill and floods.\\nWhom the city s poisoning spleen\\nMade not pale, or fat, or lean,\\nWhom the rain and the ^vind purgeth,\\nAVhom the dawn and the day-star urgeth,", "height": "3366", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0102.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "WOOD NOTES. Y5\\nIn whose clieek the rose leaf blusheth,\\nIn whose feet the lion rusheth,\\nIron arms and iron monld,\\nThat knew not fear, fatigne, or cold.\\nI give my rafters to his boat,\\nMy billets to his boiler s throat.\\nAnd I will swim the ancient sea\\nTo float my child to victory,\\nAnd grant to d\\\\vellers with the pine,\\nDominion o^er the palm and vine.\\nWestAvard I ope the forest gates.\\nThe train along the railroad skates.\\nIt leaves the land behind, like ages past.\\nThe foreland fioAvs to it in river fast,\\nMissouri I have made a mart,\\nI teach loAva Saxon art.\\nWho leaves the pine tree, leaves his friend,\\nUnnerves his strength, invites his end.\\nCut a bough from my parent stem,\\nAnd dip it in thy porcelain vase;\\nA little while each russet gem", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0103.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "76 WOOD NOTES.\\nWill swell and rise with wonted grace,\\nBut when it seeks enlarged supplies,\\nThe orphan of the forest dies.\\nWhoso Avalketh in solitude,\\nAnd inhabiteth the wood,\\nChoosing light, wave, rock, and bird.\\nBefore the money -loving herd.\\nInto that forester shall pass\\nFrom these companions power and grace\\nClean shall he be without, within.\\nFrom the old adhering sin\\nLove shall he, but not adulate,\\nThe all-fair, the all-embracing Fate,\\nAll ill dissolving in the light\\nOf his triumphant piercing sight.\\nNot vain, sour, nor frivolous.\\nNot mad, athirst, nor garrulous.\\nGrave, chaste, contented, though retired,\\nAnd of all other men desired.\\nOn him the light of star and moon", "height": "3366", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0104.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": "WOOD NOTES. 77\\nShall fall with purer radiance down\\nAll constellations of the sky\\nShed their virtue through his eye.\\nHim nature giveth for defence\\nHis formidable innocence,\\nThe mountain sap, the shells, the sea,\\nAll spheres, all stones, his helpers be\\nHe shall never be old.\\nNor his fate shall be foretold\\nHe shell see the speeding year.\\nWithout wailing, without fear\\nHe shall be happy in his love.\\nLike to like shall joyful prove.\\nHe shall be happy whilst he woos\\nMuse-born a daughter of the Muse\\nBut if with gold she bind her hair.\\nAnd deck her breast with diamond.\\nTake off thine eyes, thy heart foi bear.\\nThough thou lie alone on the ground\\nThe robe of silk in which she shines.\\nIt was woven of many sins.", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0105.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "/^g WOOD NOTES.\\nAnd the slireds\\nWhich she sheds\\nIn the Av earing of the same,\\nShall be grief on grief,\\nAnd shame on shame.\\nHeed the old oracles.\\nPonder my spells.\\nSong wakes in my pinnacles,\\nAVhen the wind swells.\\nSoundeth the prophetic wind,\\nThe shadows shake on tlie rock behind,\\nAnd the countless leaves of the pine are strings\\nTuned to the lay the wood-god sings.\\nHearken hearken\\nIf thou wouldst know the mystic song\\nChanted when the sphere ^vas young.\\nAloft, abroad, the pi\u00c2\u00aban s^vells,\\nO Avise man, hear st thou half it tells\\nO Avise man, hear st thou the least part\\nTis the chronicle of art.\\nTo the open ear it sings", "height": "3366", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0106.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "WOOD NOTES. 79\\nThe early genesis of tilings\\nOf tendency tlirongli endless ages,\\nOf star-dust, and star -pilgrimages,\\nOf rounded worlds, of space, and time.\\nOf the old flood s subsiding slime,\\nOf chemic matter, force, and form.\\nOf poles and powers, cold, wet, and warm,\\nThe rushing metamorphosis\\nDissolving all that fixture is.\\nMelts things that be to things that seem,\\nAnd solid nature to a dream.\\nOh, listen to the under song.\\nThe ever old, the ever young.\\nAnd far within those cadent pauses,\\nThe chorus of the ancient Causes.\\nDelights the dreadful destiny\\nTo fling his voice into the tree.\\nAnd shock thy weak ear with a note\\nBreathed from the everlasting throat.\\nIn music he repeats the pang\\nWhence the fair flock of nature sprang.", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0107.jp2"}, "106": {"fulltext": "80 WOOD NOTES.\\nO mortal tliy ears are stones\\nThese echoes are laden with tones\\nWhich only the j^ure can hear,\\nThou canst not catch what they recite\\nOf Fate, and AVill, of AVant, and Eight,\\nOf man to come, of human life.\\nOf Death, and Fortune, Growth, and Strife.\\nOnce again the pine tree sung\\nSpeak not thy speech my boughs among.\\nPut off thy years, wash in the breeze.\\nMy hours are peaceful centuries.\\nTalk no more with feeble tongue\\nNo more the fool of space and time.\\nCome weav^e with mine a nobler rhyme.\\nOnly thy Americans\\nCan read thy line, can meet thy glance,\\nBut the runes that I rehearse\\nUnderstands the universe.\\nThe least breath my boughs which tossed\\nBrings again the Pentecost", "height": "3366", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0108.jp2"}, "107": {"fulltext": "WOOD NOTES. 81\\nTo every soul it soundetli clear\\nIn a voice of solemn clieer,\\nAm I not thine are not these thine\\nAnd thy repl}^, Forever mine.\\nMy branches speak Italian,\\nEnglish, German, Basque, Castilian\\nMountain speech to Highlanders,\\nOcean tongues to islanders.\\nTo Finn, and Lap, and swart Malay,\\nTo each his bosom secret say.\\nCome learn Avith me the fatal sonsf\\nWhich knits the world in music strong.\\nWhereto every bosom dances\\nKindled with couraGfeous fancies\\nCome lift thine eyes to lofty rhymes\\nOf things with things, of times ^vith times,\\nPrimal chimes of sun and shade.\\nOf sound and echo, man and maid\\nThe land reflected in the flood\\nBody with shadow still pursued.\\n6", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0109.jp2"}, "108": {"fulltext": "82 WOOD NOTES.\\nFor nature beats in perfect tune,\\nAnd rounds witli rhyme her every rune,\\nWhether she ANork in hmd or sea,\\nOr hide underground her alchemy.\\nThou canst not ^rave thy staff in air.\\nOr dip thy paddle in the lake,\\nBut it carves the boAv of beauty there.\\nAnd the I ipples in rhymes the oar forsake.\\nThe wood is wiser far than thou\\nThe wood and Avave each other know.\\nNot unrelated, unaffied.\\nBut to each thought and thing allied.\\nIs peifect nature s every part.\\nBooted in the mighty heart.\\nBut tliou, poor child unbound, uiu hymed,\\nWhence earnest thou, misplaced, mistimed\\nAVhence, O thou orphan and defrauded\\nIs thy land peeled, thy realm marauded\\nWho thee divorced, deceived, and left\\nThee of thy faitli anIio hath bereft.\\nAnd torn the ensigns from thy bro^v,", "height": "3366", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0110.jp2"}, "109": {"fulltext": "WOOD NOTES. 83\\nAnd sunk the immortal eye so low\\nThy cheek too white, thy form too slender,\\nThy gait too slow, thy habits tender,\\nFor royal man they thee confess\\nAn exile from the wilderness,\\nThe hills where health with health agrees,\\nAnd the wise soul expels disease.\\nHark in thy ear I will tell the sign\\nBy which thy hurt thou niayst divine.\\nWhen thou shalt climb the mountain cliff.\\nOr see the ^vide shore from thy skiff,\\nTo thee the horizon shall express\\nOnly emptiness and emptiness\\nThere is no man of nature s worth\\nIn the circle of the earth.\\nAnd to thine eye the vast skies fall\\nDire and satirical\\nOn clucking hens, and prating fools.\\nOn thieves, on drudges, and on dolls.\\nAnd thou shalt say to the Most High,\\nGodhead all this astronomy,", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0111.jp2"}, "110": {"fulltext": "84 WOOD NOTES.\\nAnd Fate, and practice, and invention,\\nStrong art, and beautiful pretension,\\nThis radiant pomp of sun and star.\\nThroes that ^vere, and worlds that are,\\nBehold were in vain and in vain\\nIt cannot ])e, I will look again,\\nSurely no^v ill the curtain rise,\\nAnd earth s fit tenant me surprise\\nBut the curtain doth not rise.\\nAnd nature has miscarried wholly\\nInto failure, into folly.\\nAlas thine is the bankruptcy.\\nBlessed nature so to see.\\nCome lay thee in my soothing shade.\\nAnd heal the hurts which sin has made.\\nI will teach the bright parable\\nOlder than time.\\nThings undeclarable.\\nVisions sublime.\\nI see thee in the crowd alone", "height": "3366", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0112.jp2"}, "111": {"fulltext": "WOOD NOTES. 85\\nI will be thy companion.\\nLet tliy friends be as the dead in doom,\\nAnd build to them a final tomb\\nLet the starred shade which mighty falls\\nStill celebrate their funerals,\\nAnd the bell of beetle and of bee\\nKnell their melodious memory.\\nBehind thee leave thy merchandise,\\nThy churches, and thy charities.\\nAnd leave thy peacock wit behind\\nEnough for thee the primal mind\\nThat flows in streams, that breathes in wind\\nLeave all thy pedant lore apart\\nGod hid the whole world in thy heart.\\nLove shuns the sage, the child it crowns,\\nAnd gives them all who all renounce.\\nThe rain comes when the wind calls.\\nThe river knows the way to the sea,\\nWithout a pilot it runs and falls.\\nBlessing all lands with its charity.\\nThe sea tosses and foams to find", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0113.jp2"}, "112": {"fulltext": "80 WOOD NOTES.\\nIts way up to the cloud and wind,\\nThe shado^v sits close to the flying ball,\\nThe date fails not on the palm tree tall,\\nAnd thou, go burn thy wormy pages,\\nShalt outsee the seer, outwit the sages.\\nOft didst thou thread the woods in vain\\nTo find what bird had piped the strain,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nSeek not, and the little eremite\\nFlies gayly forth and sings in sight.\\nHearken once more\\nI ^v\\\\l\\\\ tell the mundane lore.\\nOlder am I than thy numbers wot,\\nChange I may, but I pass not\\nHitherto all things fast abide.\\nAnd anchored in the tempest ride.\\nTrendrant time behooves to hurry\\nAll to yean and all to bury\\nAll the forms are fugitive,\\nBut the substances survive.\\nEvei fresh the broad creation.", "height": "3366", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0114.jp2"}, "113": {"fulltext": "WOOD NOTES. S7\\nA divine improvisation,\\nFrom the heart of God proceeds,\\nA single will, a million deeds.\\nOnce slept the world an egg of stone,\\nAnd pulse, and sonnd, and light was none\\nAnd God said. Throb and there was motion,\\nAnd the vast mass became vast ocean.\\nOnward and on, the eternal Pan\\nWho lajeth the world s incessant plan,\\nHalteth never in one shape,\\nBut forever doth escape.\\nLike wave or flame, into new forms\\nOf gem, and air, of plants and worms.\\nI, that to-day am a pine,\\nYesterday was a bnndle of grass.\\nHe is free and libertine,\\nPouring of his power the wine\\nTo every age, to every race.\\nUnto every race and age\\nHe emptieth the beverage\\nUnto each, and unto all,", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0115.jp2"}, "114": {"fulltext": "88 WOOD NOTES.\\nMaker and original.\\nThe world is the ing of his spells,\\nAnd the play of his miracles.\\nAs he giveth to all to drink,\\nThus or thus they are and think.\\nHe giveth little or giveth much,\\nTo make them several or such.\\nAVith one drop sheds form and feature,\\nWith the second a special nature,\\nThe third adds heat\\\\s indulgent spark,\\nThe fourth gives light which eats the dark.\\nIn the fifth drop himself he flings,\\nAnd conscious Law is King of Kings.\\nPleaseth him the Eternal Child\\nTo play his sweet will, glad and wikl\\nAs the Lee through the garden ranges.\\nFrom world to world the godhead changes\\nAs the sheep go feeding through the waste,\\nFrom form to form he maketh haste.\\nThis vault ^vhicli glows immense with light\\nIs the inn where he lodges for a night.", "height": "3366", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0116.jp2"}, "115": {"fulltext": "WOOD NOTES. 89\\nWhat recks such Traveller if the bovvers\\nWhich bloom and fade like snmmer flowers.\\nA bunch of fragrant lilies be,\\nOr the stars of eternity\\nAlike to him the better, the worse.\\nThe glowing angel, the outcast corse.\\nThou metest him by centuries.\\nAnd lo he passes like the breeze\\nThou seek st in globe and galaxy,\\nHe hides in pure transparency\\nThou askest in fountains and in fires,\\nHe is the essence that inquires.\\nHe is the axis of the star\\nHe is the sparkle of the spar\\nHe is the heart of every creature\\nHe is the meaning of each feature\\nAnd his mind is the sky\\nThan all it holds more deep, more high.", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0117.jp2"}, "116": {"fulltext": "MONADNOC.\\nTiioiTSAND minstrels woke ^vithin ine\\nOur music s in the hills\\nGayest pictures rose to Avin me,\\nLeopard-co] ored rills.\\nU[) If thou knew st who calls\\nTo twilight parks of ])eech and pine,\\nHigh over the river intervals,\\nAbove the ploughman s highest line.\\nOver the o^vner s farthest avails\\nUp ^^here the airy citadel\\nOverlooks the purging landscape s SAvell.\\nLet not unto the etones the day\\nHer lily and rose, her sea aud land display;\\nRead the celestial sign\\nLo tlie South answers to the Nortli\\nBookworm Lreak this sloth urbane\\n90", "height": "3366", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0118.jp2"}, "117": {"fulltext": "MONADNOC. 91\\nA greater Spirit bids tliee forth,\\nThan the gray dreams ^vhich thee detain.\\nMark how the climl^ing Oreads\\nBeckon thee to their arcades\\nYonth, for a moment free as they,\\nTeach thy feet to feel the ground,\\nEi*e yet arrive the wintry day\\nWhen Time thy feet has bound.\\nAccept the bounty of thy birth\\nTaste the lordship of the earth.\\nI heard and I o1)eyed.\\nAssured that he Avho pressed the claim,\\nWell-kno^vn, but loving not a name,\\nWas not to be gainsaid.\\nEre yet the summoning voice was still,\\nI turned to Cheshire s haughty hill.\\nFrom the fixed cone the cloud-rack flowed\\nLike ample banner flung abroad", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0119.jp2"}, "118": {"fulltext": "92 MONADNOC.\\nRound about, a hundred miles,\\nWith invitation to the sea, and to the border-\\ning isles.\\nIn his own loom s garment drest,\\nBy his own l)()unty blest.\\nFast abides this constant giver.\\nPouring many a cheerful river\\nTo far eyes, an aerial isle,\\nUnploughed, ^vliich finer spirits pile,\\nWhich morn and crimson evening paint\\nFor bard, for lover, and for saint\\nThe country s core,\\nInspirer, prophet evermore.\\nPillar Avhich God aloft had set\\nSo that men might it not forget,\\nIt should l)e their life s ornament.\\nAnd mix itself with each event\\nTheir calendar and dial,\\nBarometer, and chemic pliial.\\nGarden of berries, pcrcli of birds,", "height": "3366", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0120.jp2"}, "119": {"fulltext": "MONADNOC. 93\\nPasture of poo] -haunting herds,\\nGraced by each change of sum untold,\\nEarth-baking heat, stone-cleaving cold.\\nThe Titan minds his sk}^-affairs,\\nRich rents and ^vide alliance shares\\nMysteries of color daily laid\\nBy the great sun in light and shade,\\nAnd sweet varieties of chance.\\nAnd the mystic seasons dance.\\nAnd thief-like step of liberal hours\\nWhich thawed the snow-drift into flo^vers.\\nO wondrous craft of plant and stone\\nBy eldest science done and shown\\nHappy, I said, whose home is here.\\nFair fortunes to the mountaineer\\nBoon nature to his poorest shed\\nHas royal pleasure-grounds outspread.\\nIntent I searched the region round.\\nAnd in low hut my monarch found.\\nHe was no eagle and no earl,", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0121.jp2"}, "120": {"fulltext": "94 MONADNOC.\\nAlas my foundling was a churl,\\nWith heart of cat, and eyes of bug,\\nDull victim of his pipe and mug\\nWoe is me for my hopes doA\\\\^nfall\\nLord is yon squalid peasant all\\nThat this proud nursery could breed\\nFor God s vicegerency and stead\\nTime out of mind this forge of ores,\\nQuarry of spars in mountain pores.\\nOld cradle, hunting ground, and bier\\nOf Avolf and otter, bear and deer\\nWell-built abode of many a race\\nTower of observance searching space\\nFactory of river, and of rain\\nLink in the alps globe-girding chain\\nBy million changes skilled to tell\\nWhat in the Eternal standeth Avell,\\nAnd ^vhat obedient nature can\\nIs this colossal talismnn\\nKindly to creature, blood, and kind.\\nAnd speechless to the master s mind", "height": "3366", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0122.jp2"}, "121": {"fulltext": "MONADNOC. 95\\nI thought to find the patriots\\nIn whom the stock of freedom roots.\\nTo myself I oft recount\\nTales of many a famous mount.\\nWales, Scotland, Uri, Hungary s dells,\\nRoys, and Scanderbegs, and Tells.\\nHere now shall nature crowd her powders,\\nHer music, and her meteors,\\nAnd, lifting man to the blue deep\\nWhere stars their perfect courses keep,\\nLike wise perceptor lure his eye\\nTo sound the science of the sky.\\nAnd carry learning to its height\\nOf untried power and sane delight\\nThe Indian cheer, the frosty skies\\nBreed purer wits, inventive eyes.\\nEyes that frame cities where none be.\\nAnd hands that stablish what these see\\nAnd, by the moral of his place.\\nHint summits of heroic grace\\nMan in these crags a fastness find", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0123.jp2"}, "122": {"fulltext": "96 MONADNOC.\\nTo fight pollution of the mind\\nIn the wide thaw and ooze of wrong,\\nAdhere like this foundation strong,\\nThe insanity of towns to stem\\nWith simpleness for stratagem.\\nBut if the brave old mould is broke,\\nAnd end in clowns the mountain-folk.\\nIn tavern cheer and tavern joke,\\nSink, O mountain in the sw^amp.\\nHide in thy skies, O sovereign lap\\nPerish like leaves the highland breed\\nNo sire survive, no son succeed\\nSoft let not the offended muse\\nToil s hard hap with scorn accuse.\\nMany hamlets sought I then.\\nMany farms of mountain men\\nFound I not a minstrel seed,\\nBut men of bone, and good at need.\\nRallying round a parish steeple\\nNestle warm the highland people,", "height": "3366", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0124.jp2"}, "123": {"fulltext": "MONADNOC. 9T\\nCoarse and boisterous, yet mild,\\nStrong as giant, slow as child,\\nSmoking in a squalid room,\\nAVhere yet the westland ])reezes come.\\nClose hid in those rough guises lurk\\nWestern magians, here they work\\nSweat and season are their arts,\\nTheir talismans are ploughs and carts;\\nAnd well the youngest can command\\nHoney from the frozen land.\\nWith sweet hay the swamp adorn.\\nChange the running sand to corn.\\nFor wolves and foxes, lowing herds.\\nAnd for cold mosses, cream and curds\\nWeave wood to canisters and mats,\\nDrain s^veet maple- juice in vats.\\nNo bird is safe that cuts the air,\\nFrom their riHe or their snare\\nNo fish in river or in lake,\\nBut their long hands it thence will take\\nAnd the country s iron face", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0125.jp2"}, "124": {"fulltext": "98 MONADNOC.\\nLike Avax their fasliioiiing skill betrays,\\nTo fill the hollows, sink tlie hills,\\nBridge gulfs, drain swamps, l)iiild dams and\\nmills.\\nAnd fit the bleak and howling place\\nFor gardens of a finer race.\\nThe Avorld-soul knows his o\\\\\\\\ n affaii*,\\nFore-looking Avhen his hands prepare\\nFor the next ages men of mould,\\nAVell embodied, well ensouled.\\nHe cools the present s fiery glow,\\nSets the life pulse strong, but slow.\\nBitter winds and fasts austere.\\nHis (piarantines and grottos, ^vliere\\nHe slowly cures decrepit flesh.\\nAnd brings it infantile and fresh.\\nThese exercises are the toys\\nAnd games Avith an hicli ]w. breathes his\\nboys.\\nThey bide their time, and \\\\vell can prove,\\nIf need Av^re, their line from Jove,", "height": "3366", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0126.jp2"}, "125": {"fulltext": "MONADNOC. 99\\nOf the same stuff, and so allayed,\\nAs that whereof the sun is made\\nAnd of that fibre quick and strong\\nWhose throbs are love, whose thrills are song,\\nNo^v in sordid weeds they sleep,\\nTheir secret now in dulness keep.\\nYet, ^vill you learn our ancient speech,\\nThese the masters who can teach,\\nFourscore or a hundred words\\nAll their vocal muse affords,\\nThese they turn in other fashion\\nThan the w^riter or the parson.\\nI can spare the college-bell.\\nAnd the learned lecture well.\\nSpare the clergy and libraries,\\nInstitutes and dictionaries.\\nFor the hardy English root\\nThrives here lui valued underfoot.\\nRude poets of the tavern hearth,\\nSquandering your unquoted mirth,\\nWhich keeps the ground and never soars.", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0127.jp2"}, "126": {"fulltext": "100 MONADNOC.\\nWhile Jake retorts and Reuben roars,\\nTougli and screaming as birch-bark,\\nGoes like bullet to its mark,\\nWhile the solid curse and jeer\\nNever balk the waiting ear\\nTo student ears keen-relished jokes\\nOn truck, and stock, and farming-folks,-\\nNought the mountain yields thereof\\nBut savage health and sinews tough.\\nOn the summit as I stood.\\nO er the wide floor of plain and flood.\\nSeemed to me the towering hill\\nWas not altogether still,\\nBut a quiet sense conveyed\\nIf I err not, thus it said\\nMany feet in summer seek\\nBetimes my far-appearing peak;\\nIn the dreaded winter-time.\\nNone save dappling shadows climb", "height": "3366", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0128.jp2"}, "127": {"fulltext": "MONADNOC. 101\\nUnder clouds my lonely head,\\nOld as tlie sun, old almost as the shade.\\nAnd comest thou\\nTo see strange forests and new snow,\\nAnd tread uplifted land\\nAnd leavest thou thy lowland race,\\nHere amid clouds to stand.\\nAnd would st be my companion,\\nWhere I gaze\\nAnd shall gaze\\nWhen forests fall, and man is gone,\\nOver tribes and over times\\nAs the burning Lyre\\nNearing me,\\nWith its stars of northern fire,\\nIn many a thousand years.\\nAh w^elcome, if thou bring\\nMy secret in my brain\\nTo mountain -top may muse s wing\\nWith good allowance strain.", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0129.jp2"}, "128": {"fulltext": "102 MONADNOC.\\n(xentle pilgrim, if thou know\\nThe gamut old of Pan,\\nAnd how the hills began,\\nThe frank blessings of the hill\\nFall on thee, as fall they will.\\nTis the law of the bush and stone\\nEach can only take his OAvn.\\nLet him heed who can and will,\\nEnchantment fixed me here\\nTo stand the hurts of time, until\\nIn mightier chant I disappear.\\nIf thou trowest\\nHow the chemic eddies play\\nPole to pole, and what they say,\\nAnd that these gray crags\\nNot on cracks are liunc:.\\nBut beads are of a rosary\\nOn prayer and nuisic strung\\nAnd, credulous, through the granite seeming\\nSeest the smile of Reason beaming\\nCan thy style-discerning eye", "height": "3366", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0130.jp2"}, "129": {"fulltext": "MONADNOC. 103\\nThe hidden-working Builder spy,\\nWho buihls, yet makes no chips, no din^\\nWith hammer soft as snow-flake s flight\\nKnowest thou this?\\nO pilgrim, wandering not amiss\\nAlready my rocks lie light,\\nAnd soon my cone will spin.\\nFor the world was built in order,\\nAnd the atoms march in tune.\\nRhyme the pipe, and time the warder.\\nCannot forget the sun, the moon.\\nOrb and atom forth they prance,\\nAVhen they hear from far the rune.\\nNone so backward in the troop,\\nAVhen the music and the dance\\nReach his place and circumstance,\\nBut know the sun- creating sound.\\nAnd, through a pyramid, will bound.\\nMonadnoc is a mountain strong,\\nTall and good my kind among.", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0131.jp2"}, "130": {"fulltext": "104 MONADNOC.\\nBut well I know, no mountain can\\nMeasure ^vith a perfect man\\nFor it is on Zodiack s writ,\\nAdamant is soft to wit\\nAnd ^vllen the greater comes again,\\nWith my music in his brain,\\nI shall pass as glides my shadow\\nDaily over hill and meadow.\\nThrough all time\\nI hear the approaching feet\\nAlong the flinty pathway beat\\nOf him that cometh, and shall come,\\nOf him who shall as lightly bear\\nMy daily load of woods and streams,\\nAs noAv^ the round sky-cleaving boat\\nWhich never strains its rocky beams,\\nWhose timbers, as they silent float,\\nAlps and Caucasus uprear.\\nAnd the long Alleghanies here,", "height": "3366", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0132.jp2"}, "131": {"fulltext": "MONADNOC. 105\\nAnd all town-sprinkled lands that be,\\nSailing tlirougli stars with all their history.\\nEvery morn I lift my head,\\nGaze o er New England underspread\\nSouth from Saint La^vrence to the Sound,\\nFrom Katshill east to the sea-bound.\\nAnchored fast for many an age,\\nI await the bard and sage,\\nWho in large thoughts, like fair pearl-seed,\\nShall strins: Monadnoc like a bead.\\nComes that cheerful troubadour,\\nThis mound shall throb his face before,\\nAs when with inward fires and pain\\nIt rose a bubble from the plain\\nWhen he cometh, I shall shed\\nFrom this well-spring in my head\\nFountain drop of spicier worth\\nThan all vintage of the earth.\\nThere s fruit upon my barren soil\\nCostlier far than wine or oil", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0133.jp2"}, "132": {"fulltext": "106 MONADNOC.\\nThere s a berry blue and gold,\\nAutumn -ripe its juices hold,\\nSparta s stoutness, Bethlehem s heart,\\nAsia s rancor, Athens art,\\nSlowsure Britain s secular might.\\nAnd the German s inward sight\\nI will give my son to eat\\nBest of Pan s immortal meat.\\nBread to eat and juice to drink.\\nSo the thoughts that he shall think\\nShall not be forms of stars, but stars.\\nNor pictures pale, but Jove and Mars.\\nHe comes, but not of that race bred\\nWho daily climb my specular head.\\nOft as morning wreathes my scarf.\\nFled the last plumule of the dark.\\nPants up hither the spruce clerk\\nFrom South-Cove and City- wharf\\nI take him up my rugged sides.\\nHalf -repentant, scant of breath,\\nI", "height": "3366", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0134.jp2"}, "133": {"fulltext": "MONADNOC. 107\\nBead-eyes my granite chaos show,\\nAnd my midsummer snow\\nOpen the daunting map beneath,\\nAll his county, sea and land,\\nDwarf to measure of his hand\\nHis day s ride is a furlong space.\\nHis city tops a glimmering haze\\nI plant his eye on the sky -hoop bounding\\nSee there the grim gray rounding\\nOf the bullet of the earth\\nWhereon ye sail\\nTumbling steep\\nIn the uncontinented deep\\nHe looks on that, and he turns pale\\nTis even so, this treacherous kite.\\nFarm-furrowed, town-incrusted sphere,\\nThoughtless of its anxious freight.\\nPlunges eyeless on forever.\\nAnd he, poor parasite,\\nCooped in a ship he cannot steer,\\nWho is the captain he knows not,", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0135.jp2"}, "134": {"fulltext": "108 MONADNOC.\\nPort or pilot he trows not,\\nRisk or ruin he must share.\\nI scowl on him with my cloud,\\nWith my north ^v ind chill his blood,\\n1 lame him clattering do^vn the rocks,\\nAnd to live he is in fear.\\nThen, at last, I let him down\\nOnce more into his dapper town.\\nTo chatter frightened to his clan.\\nAnd forget me, if he can.\\nAs in the old poetic fame\\nThe gods are blind and lame,\\nAnd the simular despite\\nBetrays the more abounding might,\\nSo call not waste that barren cone\\nAbove the floral zone,\\nWhei e forests starve\\nIt is pure use\\nAVhat sheaves like those which here we glean\\nand bind.\\nOf a celestial Ceres, and the Muse", "height": "3366", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0136.jp2"}, "135": {"fulltext": "MONADNOC. 109\\nAges are thy days,\\nThou grand expressor of the present tense,\\nAnd type of permanence,\\nFirm ensign of the fatal Being,\\nAmid these coward shapes of joy and grief\\nThat will not bide the seeing.\\nHither we bring\\nOur insect miseries to the rocks.\\nAnd the whole flight mth pestering wing\\nVanish and end their murmuring,\\nVanish beside these dedicated blocks,\\nWhich, who can tell what mason laid\\nSpoils of a front none need restore,\\nReplacing frieze and architrave\\nYet flowers each stone rosette and metope\\nbrave.\\nStill is the haughty pile erect\\nOf the old building Intellect.\\nComplement of human kind.\\nHaving us at vantage still.\\nOur sumptuous indigence,", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0137.jp2"}, "136": {"fulltext": "110 MONADNOC.\\nO barren mound thy plenties fill.\\nWe fool and prate,\\nThou art silent and sedate.\\nTo million kinds and times one sense\\nThe constant mountain doth dispense,\\nShedding on all its snows and leaves,\\nOne joy it joys, one grief it grieves.\\nThou seest, O watchman tall\\nOur towns and races grow and fall,\\nAnd imagest the stable Good\\nFor which we all our lifetime grope,\\nIn shifting form the formless mind\\nAnd though the substance tis elude,\\nWe in thee the shadow find.\\nThou in our astronomy\\nAn opaker star.\\nSeen, haply, from afar,\\nAbove the horizon s hoop.\\nA moment l)y the raihvay troop,\\nAs o er some bolder height they speed.\\nBy circumspect ambition.", "height": "3366", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0138.jp2"}, "137": {"fulltext": "MONADNOC. Ill\\nBy errant Gain,\\nBy feasters, and the frivolous,\\nRecallest us,\\nAnd makest sane.\\nMute orator well-skilled to plead.\\nAnd send conviction without phrase,\\nThou dost supply\\nThe shortness of our days,\\nAnd promise, on thy Founder s truth.\\nLong morrow to this mortal youth.", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0139.jp2"}, "138": {"fulltext": "FABLE.\\nThe mountain and tlie squirrel\\nHad a quarrel,\\nAnd the former called the latter, little prig\\nBun replied,\\nYou are doubtless very big,\\nBut all sorts of things and weather\\nMust be taken in together\\nTo make up a year.\\nAnd a sphere.\\nAnd I think it no disgrace\\nTo occupy my place.\\nIf I m not so large as you,\\nYou are not so small as I,\\nAnd not half so spry\\nI ll not deny you make\\n112", "height": "3366", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0140.jp2"}, "139": {"fulltext": "FABLE. 113\\nA very pretty sqiiii-rel track\\nTalents differ all is well and wisely put\\nIf I cannot carry forests on my back,\\nNeither can you ciacK a nut.", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0141.jp2"}, "140": {"fulltext": "ODE.\\nINSCRIBED TO WILLIAM II. CHANNIISTG.\\nThough lotli to grieve\\nThe evil time s sole patriot,\\nI cannot leave\\nMy buried thought\\nFor the priest s cant,\\nOr statesman s rant.\\nIf I refuse\\nMy study for their politique,\\nWhich at the best is trick,\\nThe angry muse\\nPuts confusion in my brain.\\nBut who is he that prates\\nOf the culture of mankind\\nOf better arts and life\\nGo, blind worm, go,\\n114", "height": "3366", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0142.jp2"}, "141": {"fulltext": "ODE. 115\\nBehold the famous States\\nHarrying Mexico\\nWith rifle and with knife.\\nOr who, with accent bolder,\\nDare praise the freedom-loving mountaineer,\\nI found by thee, O rushing Contoocook\\nAnd in thy valleys, Agiochook\\nThe jackals of the negro-holder.\\nThe God who made New Hampshire\\nTaunted the lofty land\\nWith little men.\\nSmall bat and wren\\nHouse in the oak.\\nIf earth fire cleave\\nThe upheaved land, and bury the folk,\\nThe southern crocodile would grieve.\\nVirtue palters, right is henc^\\nFreedom praised but hid\\nFuneral eloquence\\nRattles the coffin-lid.", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0143.jp2"}, "142": {"fulltext": "116 ODE.\\nWhat boots thy zeal,\\nO glo^ving friend,\\nThat would indignant rend\\nThe northland from the south\\nWherefore To what good end\\nBoston Bay and Bunker Hill\\nWould serve things still\\nThings are of the snake.\\nThe horseman serves the horse,\\nThe neat-herd serves the neat.\\nThe merchant serves the purse.\\nThe eater serves his meat\\nTis the day of the chattel,\\nWei) to weave, and corn to grind.\\nThings are in the saddle.\\nAnd ride mankind.\\nThere are two la^vs discrete\\nNot reconciled,\\nLaw for man, and law for thing", "height": "3366", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0144.jp2"}, "143": {"fulltext": "ODE. 117\\nThe last builds town and fleet,\\nBut it runs wild,\\nAnd doth the man unking.\\nTis fit the forest fall,\\nThe steep be graded,\\nThe mountain tunnelled,\\nThe land shaded,\\nThe orchard planted,\\nThe globe tilled.\\nThe prairie planted,\\nThe steamer built.\\nLet man serve law for man.\\nLive for friendship, live for love.\\nFor truth s and harmony s behoof\\nThe state may follow how it can.\\nAs Olympus follows Jove.\\nYet do not I implore\\nThe wrinkled shopman to ray sounding woods.\\nNor bid the unAvilling senator", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0145.jp2"}, "144": {"fulltext": "118 ODE.\\nAsk votes of thrushes in the solitudes.\\nEvery one to his chosen work.\\nFoolish hands may mix and mar,\\nWise and sure the issues are.\\nEound they roll, till dark is light.\\nSex to sex, and even to odd\\nThe over-God,\\nWho marries Right to Might,\\nWho peoples, unpeoples,\\nHe who exterminates\\nRaces by stronger races.\\nBlack by white faces.\\nKnows to bring honey\\nOut of the lion.\\nGrafts gentlest scion\\nOn Pirate and Turk.\\nThe Cossack eats Poland,\\nLike stolen fruit\\nHer last noble is ruined,\\nHer last poet mute", "height": "3366", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0146.jp2"}, "145": {"fulltext": "ODE. 119\\nStraight into double band\\nThe victors divide,\\nHalf for freedom strike and stand,\\nThe astonished muse finds thousands at her side.", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0147.jp2"}, "146": {"fulltext": "ASTRJi^A.\\nHimself it was wlio wrote\\nHis rank, and quartered his own coat.\\nThere is no king nor sovereign state\\nThat can fix a hero s rate\\nEach to all is venerable,\\nCap-a-pie invulnerable.\\nUntil he write, where all eyes rest,\\nSlave or master on his breast.\\nI saw men go up and down\\nIn the country and the town,\\nWith this prayer upon their neck,\\nJudgment and a judge we seek.\\nNot to monarchs they repair,\\nNor to learned jurist s chair.\\nBut they hurry to their peers.\\nTo their kinsfolk and their dears,\\n120", "height": "3366", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0148.jp2"}, "147": {"fulltext": "ASTR^A. 121\\nLouder than with speech they pray,\\nWhat ain I companion sa)^\\nAnd the friend not hesitates\\nTo assign just place and mates,\\nAnswers not in word or letter,\\nYet is understood the better\\nIs to his friend a looking-glass.\\nReflects his figure that doth pass.\\nEvery wayfarer he meets\\nWhat himself declared, repeats\\nWhat himself confessed, records\\nSentences him in his words,\\nThe form is his own corporal fonn.\\nAnd his thought the penal worm.\\nYet shine for ever virgin minds,\\nLoved by stars and purest winds.\\nWhich, o er passion throned sedate,\\nHave not hazarded their state.\\nDisconcert the searching spy.\\nRendering to a curious eye", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0149.jp2"}, "148": {"fulltext": "122 ASTR^A.\\nThe durance of a granite ledge\\nTo those Avho gaze from the sea s edge.\\nIt is there for benefit,\\nIt is there for purging light,\\nThere for purifying storms.\\nAnd its depths reflect all forms\\nI cannot parley with the mean.\\nPure by impure is not seen.\\nFor there s no sequestered grot.\\nLone mountain tarn, or isle forgot.\\nBut justice journeying in the sphere\\nDaily stoops to harbor there.", "height": "3366", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0150.jp2"}, "149": {"fulltext": "ETIENNE DE LA BOECE.\\nI SERVE you not, if you I follow,\\nShadow-like, o er hill and hollow.\\nAnd bend my fancy to your leading,\\nAll too nimble for my treading.\\nWhen the pilgrimage is done.\\nAnd we ve the landscape overrun,\\nI am bitter, vacant, thwarted.\\nAnd your heart is unsupported.\\nVainly valiant, you have missed\\nThe manhood that should yours resist,\\nIts complement but if I could\\nIn severe or cordial mood\\nLead you rightly to my altar.\\nWhere the wisest muses falter.\\nAnd worship that world-warning spark\\nWhich dazzles me in midnight dark,\\n123", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0151.jp2"}, "150": {"fulltext": "124 ETIENNE DE LA BOECE.\\nEqualizing small and large,\\nWhile the soul it doth surcharge,\\nThat the poor is wealthy grown,\\nAnd the hermit never alone,\\nThe traveller and the road seem one\\nWith the errand to be done\\nThat were a man s and lover s part,\\nThat were Freedom s whitest chart.", "height": "3366", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0152.jp2"}, "151": {"fulltext": "SUUM cuique;\\nThe rain has spoiled the farmer s day\\nShall sorrow put my books away\\nThereby are two days lost\\nNature shall mind her own affairs,\\nI will attend my proper cares,\\nIn rain, or sun, or frost.\\n125", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0153.jp2"}, "152": {"fulltext": "COMPENSATION.\\nWhy should I keep holiday,\\nWhen other men have none\\nWhy but because when these are gay,\\nI sit and mourn alone.\\nAnd why when mirth unseals all tongues\\nShould mine alone be dumb\\nAh late I spoke to silent throngs*\\nAnd now their hour is come.\\n126", "height": "3366", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0154.jp2"}, "153": {"fulltext": "FORBEARANCE.\\nHast thou named all the birds without a gun\\nLoved the wood-rose, and left it on its stalk\\nAt rich men s tables eaten bread and pulse\\nUnarmed, faced danger with a heart of trust\\nAnd loved so well a high behavior\\nIn man or maid, that thou from speech refrained,\\nNobility more nobly to repay\\nbe my friend, and teach me to be thine\\n127", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0155.jp2"}, "154": {"fulltext": "THE PARK.\\nThe prosperous and beautiful\\nTo me seem not to wear\\nThe yoke of conscience masterful,\\nWhich galls me everywhere.\\nI cannot shake off the god\\nOn my neck he makes his seat\\nI look at my face in the glass,\\nMy eyes his eyeballs meet.\\nEnchanters enchantresses\\nYour gold makes you seem wise\\nThe morning mist Avithin your grounds\\nMore proudly rolls, more softly lies.\\nYet spake yon purple mountain.\\nYet said yon ancient wood,\\nThat night or day, that love or crime\\nLead all souls to the Good.\\n128", "height": "3366", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0156.jp2"}, "155": {"fulltext": "THE FOKERUNNEES.\\nLong I followed happy guides,\\nI could never reach their sides.\\nTheir step is forth, and, ere the day.\\nBreaks up their leaguer, and away.\\nKeen my sense, my heart was young.\\nRight goodwill my sine^v^s strung,\\nBut no speed of mine avails\\nTo hunt upon their shining trails.\\nOn and away, their hasting feet\\nMake the morning proud and sweet.\\nFlowers they stre^v, I catch the scent,\\nOr tone of silver instrument\\nLeaves on the ^vind melodious trace.\\nYet I could ne\\\\ er see their face.\\nOn eastern hills I see their smokes\\nMixed with mist by distant lochs.\\nI meet many travellers\\n9 129", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0157.jp2"}, "156": {"fulltext": "130 THE FORERUNNERS.\\nWho the road had surely kept,\\nThey saw not my fine revellers,\\nThese had crossed them while they slept.\\nSome had heard their fair report\\nIn the country or the court.\\nFleetest couriers alive\\nNever yet could once arrive.\\nAs they went or they returned,\\nAt the house wdiere these sojourned.\\nSometimes their strong speed they slacken,\\nThough they are not overtaken\\nIn sleep, their jubilant troop is near,\\nI tuneful voices overhear,\\nIt may be in wood or waste,\\nAt unawares tis come and passed.\\nTheir near camp my spirit knows\\nBy signs gracious as rainbows.\\nI thenceforward and long after\\nListen for their harp-like laughter,\\nAnd carry in my heart for days\\nPeace that hallows rudest ways.", "height": "3366", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0158.jp2"}, "157": {"fulltext": "SURSUM CORD A.\\nSeek not tlie Spirit, if it hide,\\nInexorable to tliy zeal\\nBaby, do not whine and chide\\nArt thou not also real\\nWhy should st thou stoop to poor excuse\\nTurn on the Accuser roundly say,\\nHere am I, here will I remain\\nForever to myself soothfast.\\nGo thou, sweet Heaven, or, at thy pleasure\\nstay.\\nAlready Heaven with thee its lot has cast.\\nFor it only can absolutely deal.\\n131", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0159.jp2"}, "158": {"fulltext": "ODE TO BEAUTY.\\nWho gave thee, O Beauty\\nThe keys of this breast,\\nToo credulous lover\\nOf blest and unblest\\nSay when in lapsed ages\\nThee knew I of old\\nOr what was the service\\nFor which I was sold\\nWhen first my eyes saw thee,\\nI found me thy thrall,\\nBy magical drawings.\\nSweet tyrant of all\\nI drank at thy fountain\\nFalse waters of thirst\\nThou intimate stranger.\\nThou latest and fii st\\nThy dangerous glances\\nMake women of men\\n132", "height": "3366", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0160.jp2"}, "159": {"fulltext": "ODE TO BEAUTY. 133\\nNew-born we are melting\\nInto nature again.\\nLavish, lavish promiser,\\nNigh persuading gods to err,\\nGuest of million painted forms\\nWhich in turn thy glory warms,\\nThe frailest leaf, the mossy bark.\\nThe acorn s cup, the raindrop s arc.\\nThe swinging spider s silver line.\\nThe ruby of the drop of wine.\\nThe shining pebble of the pond,\\nThou inscribest with a bond\\nIn thy momentary play\\nWould bankrupt Nature to repay.\\nAh what avails it\\nTo hide or to shun\\nWhom the Infinite One\\nHath granted his throne\\nThe heaven high over\\nIs the deep s lover,", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0161.jp2"}, "160": {"fulltext": "134 ODE TO BEAUTY.\\nThe sun and sea\\nInformed by thee,\\nBefore me run,\\nAnd draw me on,\\nYet fly me still,\\nAs Fate refuses\\nTo me the heart Fate for me chooses,\\nIs it that my opulent soul\\nWas mingled from the generous whole,\\nSea valleys and the deep of skies\\nFurnished several supplies,\\nAnd the sands whereof I m made\\nDraw me to them self -betrayed\\nI turn the proud portfolios\\nWhich hold the grand designs\\nOf Salvator, of Guercino,\\nAnd Piranesi s lines.\\nI hear the lofty Paeans\\nOf the masters of the shell,\\nWho heard the starry music.\\nAnd recount the numbers well", "height": "3366", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0162.jp2"}, "161": {"fulltext": "ODE TO BEAUTY. 135\\nOlympian bards who sung\\nDivine Ideas below,\\nWhich always find us young,\\nAnd alwaj^s keep us so.\\nOft in streets or humblest places\\nI detect far wandered graces.\\nWhich from Eden w:ide astray\\nIn lowly homes have lost their way.\\nThee gliding through the sea of form.\\nLike the lightning through the storm.\\nSomewhat not to be possessed.\\nSomewhat not to be caressed,\\nNo feet so fleet could ever find,\\nNo perfect form could ever bind.\\nThou eternal fugitive\\nHovering over all that live.\\nQuick and skilful to inspire\\nSweet extravagant desire,\\nStarry space and lily bell\\nFilling with thy roseate smell,", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0163.jp2"}, "162": {"fulltext": "136 ODE TO BEAUTY.\\nWilt not give the lips to taste\\nOf the nectar which thou hast.\\nAll that s good and great with thee\\nStands in deep conspiracy.\\nThou hast bribed the dark and lonely\\nTo report thy features only,\\nAnd the cold and purple morning\\nItself with thoughts of thee adorning,\\nThe leafy dell, the city mart,\\nEqual trophies of thine art,\\nE en the flowing azure air\\nThou hast touched for my despair,\\nAnd if I languish into dreams.\\nAgain I meet the ardent beams.\\nQueen of things I dare not die\\nIn Being s deeps past ear and eye,\\nLest there I find the same deceiver,\\nAnd be the sport of Fate forever.\\nDread power, but dear if God thou be,\\nUnmake me quite, or give thyself to me.", "height": "3366", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0164.jp2"}, "163": {"fulltext": "GIVE ALL TO LOVE.\\nGive all to love\\nObey thy heart\\nFriends, kindred, days,\\nEstate, good fame.\\nPlans, credit, and the muse\\nNothing refuse.\\nTis a brave master.\\nLet it have scope,\\nFollow it utterly,\\nHope beyond hope\\nHigh and more high.\\nIt dives into noon.\\nWith wing unspent.\\nUntold intent\\nBut tis a god.\\nKnows its own path.\\n137", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0165.jp2"}, "164": {"fulltext": "138 GIVE ALL TO LOVE.\\nAnd tlie outlets of the sky.\\nTis not for the mean,\\nIt requireth courage stout,\\nSouls above doubt,\\nValor unbending\\nSucli twill reward.\\nThey shall return\\nMore than they were,\\nAnd ever ascending.\\nLeave all for love\\nYet, hear me, yet.\\nOne word more thy heart behoved,\\nOne pulse more of firm endeavor.\\nKeep thee to-day,\\nTo-moiTow, for ever,\\nFree as an Arab\\nOf thy beloved.\\nCling with life to the maid\\nBut when the surprise.\\nVague shadow of surmise,", "height": "3366", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0166.jp2"}, "165": {"fulltext": "GIVE ALL TO LOVE. 139\\nFlits across her bosom young\\nOf a joy apart from tliee,\\nFree be she, fancy-free,\\nDo not thou detain a hem,\\nNor the palest rose she flung\\nFrom her summer diadem.\\nThough thou loved her as thyseK,\\nAs a self of purer clay,\\nTho her parting dims the day,\\nStealing grace from all alive,\\nHeartily know,\\nWhen half -gods go,\\nThe gods arrive.", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0167.jp2"}, "166": {"fulltext": "TO ELLEN, AT THE SOUTH.\\nThe green grass is growing,\\nThe morning wind is in it,\\nTis a tune worth the knowing.\\nThough it change every minute.\\nTis a tune of the spring,\\nEvery year plays it over,\\nTo the robin on the wing.\\nTo the pausing lover.\\nO er ten thousand thousand acres\\nGoes light the nimble zephyr,\\nThe flowers, tiny feet of shakers,\\nWorship him ever.\\nHark to the winning sound\\nThey summon thee, dearest,\\nSaying We have drest for thee the ground.\\nNor yet thou appearest.\\n140", "height": "3366", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0168.jp2"}, "167": {"fulltext": "TO ELLEN, AT THE SOUTH. 141\\nO hasten, tis our time,\\nEre yet the red summer\\nScorch our delicate prime,\\nLoved of bee, the tawny hummer.\\nO pride of thy race\\nSad in sooth it ^vere to ours,\\nIf our brief tribe miss thy face,\\nWe pour New England flowers.\\nFairest choose the fairest members\\nOf our lithe society\\nJune s glories and Septembers\\nShow our love and piety.\\nThou shalt command us all,\\nApril s cowslip, summer s clover,\\nTo the gentian in the fall,\\nBlue-eyed pet of blue-eyed lover.\\nO come, then, quickly come.\\nWe are budding, we are blowing.\\nAnd the wind which w^e perfume\\nSings a tune that s worth thy knowing.", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0169.jp2"}, "168": {"fulltext": "TO EVA.\\nO FAIR and stately maid, whose eye\\nWas kindled in tlie upper sky\\nAt the same torch that lighted mine\\nFor so I must interpret still\\nThy sweet dominion o er my will,\\nA sympathy divine.\\nAh let me blameless gaze upon\\nFeatures that seem in heart my own,\\nNor fear those watchful sentinels\\nWhich charm the more their glance forbids,\\nChaste glowing underneath their lids\\nWith fire that draws wdiile it repels.\\nThine eyes still shined for me, though far\\nI lonely roved the land or sea,\\n142", "height": "3366", "width": "1986", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0170.jp2"}, "169": {"fulltext": "TO EVA. 143\\nAs I behold yon evening star,\\nWhich yet beholds not me.\\nThis morn I climbed the misty hill,\\nAnd roamed the pastures through\\nHow danced thy form before my path,\\nAmidst the deep-eyed dew\\nWhen the red bird spread his sable wing,\\nAnd showed his side of flame,\\nWhen the rose-bud ripened to the rose.\\nIn both I read thy name.", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0171.jp2"}, "170": {"fulltext": "THE AMULET.\\nYouK picture smiles as first it smiled,\\nThe ring yon gave is still the same,\\nYour letter tells, O changing child,\\nNo tidings since it came.\\nGive me an amulet\\nThat kee^^s intelligence with you.\\nRed when you love, and rosier red,\\nAnd when you love not, pale and blue.\\nAlas, that neither bonds nor vows\\nCan certify possession\\nTorments me still the fear that love\\nDied in its last expression.\\n144", "height": "3366", "width": "1986", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0172.jp2"}, "171": {"fulltext": "EROS.\\nThe sense of the world is short,\\nLong and various the report,\\nTo love and be beloved\\nMen and gods have not oiitlearned it.\\nAnd how oft soe er they ve turned it,\\nTis not to be improved.\\n145", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0173.jp2"}, "172": {"fulltext": "HEEMIONE.\\nOn a mound an Arab lay.\\nAnd sung liis sweet regrets,\\nAnd told his amulets\\nThe summer bird\\nHis sorrow heard,\\nAnd when he heaved a sigh profound\\nThe sympathetic swallow^s swept the ground.\\nIf it be as they said, vshe was not fair\\nBeauty s not beautiful to me,\\nBut sceptred Genius aye inorbed,\\nCulminating in her sphere.\\nThis Hermione absorbed\\nThe lustre of the land and ocean,\\nHills and islands, vine and tree.\\nIn her form and motion.\\nI ask no bauble miniature,\\nNor ringlets dead\\n146", "height": "3366", "width": "1986", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0174.jp2"}, "173": {"fulltext": "HERMIONE. 147\\nShorn from her comely head,\\nNow that morning not disdains,\\nMountains and the misty plains\\nHer colossal portraiture\\nThey her heralds be,\\nSteeped in her quality,\\nAnd singers of her fame.\\nWho is their muse and dame.\\nHigher, dear swallows, mind not what I say.\\nAh heedless how the weak are stron;\\nSay, was it just\\nIn thee to frame, in me to trust.\\nThou to the Syrian couldst belong\\nI am of a lineage\\nThat each for each doth fast engage.\\nIn old Bassora s schools I seemed\\nHermit vowed to books and gloom.\\nIll-bested for gay bridegroom\\nI was by thy touch redeemed\\nWhen thy meteor glances came.\\n^g)", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0175.jp2"}, "174": {"fulltext": "148 HERMIONE.\\nWe talked at large of worldly Fate,\\nAnd drew truly every trait.\\nOnce I dwelt apart,\\nNow I live with all\\nAs shepherd s lamp on far hill side,\\nSeems, by the traveller espied,\\nA door into the mountain heart.\\nSo didst tliou (juarry and unlock\\nHighways for me through the rock.\\nNow deceived thou wanderest\\nIn strange lands, unblest,\\nAnd my kindred come to soothe me.\\nSouth wind is my next of blood\\nHe is come through fragrant wood,\\nDrugged with sj^ice from climates warm,\\nAnd in every twinkling glade.\\nAnd twilight nook,\\nUnv^eils thy form\\nOut of the forest way\\nForth paced it yesterday,", "height": "3366", "width": "1986", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0176.jp2"}, "175": {"fulltext": "HERMIONE. 149\\nAnd, when I sat by the water-course,\\nWatching the daylight fade,\\nIt throbbed up from the brook.\\nRiver, and rose, and crag, and bird,\\nFrost, and sun, and eldest night\\nTo me their aid preferred.\\nTo me their comfort plight\\nCourage we are thine allies\\nAnd with this hint be wise,\\nThe chains of kind\\nThe distant bind\\nDeed thou doest, she must do.\\nAbove her will, be true\\nAnd, in her strict resort\\nTo winds and waterfalls.\\nAnd autumn s sun-lit festivals.\\nTo music, and to music s thought,\\nInextricably bound.\\nShe shall find thee, and be found.\\nFollow not her flying feet.\\nCome to us herself to meet.", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0177.jp2"}, "176": {"fulltext": "ODE.\\nI.\\nINITIAL LOVE.\\nVenus, when her son was lost,\\nCried him up and down the coast,\\nIn hamlets, palaces, and parks.\\nAnd told the truant by his marks.\\nGolden curls, and (piiver, and bow\\nThis befell long ago.\\nTime and tide are strangely changed.\\nMen and manners much deranged\\nNone will now find Cupid latent\\nBy this foolish antique patent.\\nHe came late along the waste.\\nShod like a traveller for haste,\\nWith malice dared me to proclaim him,\\nThat the maids and boys might name him.\\n150", "height": "3366", "width": "1986", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0178.jp2"}, "177": {"fulltext": "INITIAL LOVE. 151\\nBoy no more, lie wears all coats,\\nFrocks, and blouses, capes, capotes,\\nHe bears no bow, or quiver, or wand,\\nNor chaplet on Ins head or hand\\nLeave his weeds and heed his eyes,\\nAll the rest he can disguise.\\nIn the pit of his eyes a spark\\nWould bring back day if it were dark.\\nAnd,\u00e2\u0080\u0094 if I tell you all my thought,\\nThough I comprehend it not,\\nIn those unfathomable orbs\\nEvery function he absorbs\\nHe doth eat, and drink, and fish, and shoot.\\nAnd write, and reason, and compute,\\nAnd ride, and run, and have, and hold,\\nAnd \\\\vliine, and flatter, and regret.\\nAnd kiss, and couple, and beget.\\nBy those roving eyeballs bold\\nUndaunted are their courages.\\nBight Cossacks in their forages\\nFleeter they than any creature.", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0179.jp2"}, "178": {"fulltext": "152 INITIAL LOVE,\\nThey are liis steeds and not his feature,\\nInquisitive, and fierce, and fasting,\\nRestless, predatory, hasting,\\nAnd they pounce on otlier eyes,\\nAs lions on their prey\\nAnd round their circles is writ,\\nPlainer than the day.\\nUnderneath, within, above,\\nLove, love, love, love.\\nHe lives in his eyes.\\nThere doth digest, and work, and spin,\\nAnd buy, and sell, and lose, and win\\nHe rolls them Avith delighted motion,\\nJoy-tides swell their mimic ocean.\\nYet holds he them Avith tortest rein,\\nThat they may seize and entertain\\nThe glance that to their glance opposes.\\nLike iiery honey sucked from roses.\\nHe palmistry can understand,\\nImbibing virtue by his hand", "height": "3366", "width": "1986", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0180.jp2"}, "179": {"fulltext": "INITIAL LOVE. 153\\nAs if it were a living root\\nThe pulse of bands will make Lim mute\\nWitli all liis force he gathers balms\\nInto those wise thrilling palms.\\nCupid is a casuist,\\nA mystic, and a cabalist,\\nCan your lurking Thought surprise.\\nAnd interpret your device\\nMainly versed in occult science.\\nIn magic, and in clairvoyance.\\nOft he keeps his fine ear strained.\\nAnd reason on her tiptoe pained,\\nFor aery intelligence,\\nAnd for strange coincidence.\\nBut it touches his quick heart\\nWhen Fate by omens takes his part.\\nAnd chance-dropt hints from Nature s sphere\\nDeeply soothe his anxious ear.\\nHeralds high before him run,\\nHe has ushers many a one,", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0181.jp2"}, "180": {"fulltext": "154 INITIAL LOVE.\\nSpreads liis welcome where lie goes,\\nAnd touches all things with his rose.\\nAll things Avait for and divine him,\\nHow sliall I dare to malign him.\\nOr accuse the god of sport\\nI must end nu true report.\\nPainting him from head to foot.\\nIn as far as I took note.\\nTrusting an ell the matchless power\\nOf this young-eyed emperor\\nclear his fame from e\\\\ ery cloud.\\nWith the bards, and ^^ith the crowd.\\nHe is wilful, mutable,\\nShy, untamed, inscrutal)le.\\nSwifter-fashioned than the fairies.\\nSubstance mixed of pure contraries,\\nHis vice some elder virtue s token,\\nAnd his good is evil spoken.\\nFailins: sometimes of his o^vn,\\nHe is headstroni: and alone", "height": "3366", "width": "1986", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0182.jp2"}, "181": {"fulltext": "INITIAL LOVE, 155\\nHe affects the wood and wild,\\nLike a ilower-liunting child,\\nBuries himself in summer waves.\\nIn trees, with beasts, in mines, and caves,\\nLoves nature like a horned cow.\\nBird, or deer, or cariboo.\\nShun him, nymphs, on the fleet horses\\nHe has a total ^vorld of wit,\\nO how wise are his discourses\\nBut he is the arch-hypocrite.\\nAnd through all science and all art,\\nSeeks alone his counterpart.\\nHe is a Pundit of the east.\\nHe is an augur and a priest.\\nAnd his soul will melt in prayer,\\nBut word and wisdom are a snare\\nCorrupted by the present toy.\\nHe follows joy, and only joy.\\nThere is no mask but he will wear,\\nHe invented oaths to swear.", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0183.jp2"}, "182": {"fulltext": "156 INITIAL LOVE.\\nHe paints, lie carves, he cliants, he prays,\\nAnd holds all stars in his embrace,\\nGodlike, but tis for his fine pelf,\\nThe social quintessence of self.\\nWell, said I, lie is hypocrite.\\nAnd folly the end of his subtle wit,\\nHe takes a sovran privilege\\nNot allowed to any liege.\\nFor he does go behind all law,\\nAnd right into himself does draw,\\nFor he is sovranly allied.\\nHeaven s oldest blood iloAvs in his side,\\nAnd interchangeably at one\\nWith every king on every throne.\\nThat no God dare say him nay.\\nOr see the fault, or seen betray\\nHe has the Muses by the heart,\\nAnd the Parcse all are of his part.\\nHis many signs cannot be told.\\nHe has not one mode, but manifold,", "height": "3366", "width": "1986", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0184.jp2"}, "183": {"fulltext": "INITIAL LOVE. 157\\nMany fasliions and addresses,\\nPiques, reproaches, hurts, caresses.\\nAction, service, badinage,\\nHe will preach like a friar.\\nAnd jump like Harlequin,\\nHe will read like a crier.\\nAnd fight like a Paladin,\\nBoundless is his memory,\\nPlans immense his term prolong.\\nHe is not of counted age,\\nMeaning always to be young.\\nAnd his wish is intimacy,\\nIntimater intimacy.\\nAnd a stricter privacy.\\nThe impossible shall yet be done.\\nAnd being two shall still be one.\\nAs the wave breaks to foam on shelves.\\nThen runs into a wave again,\\nSo lovers melt their sundered selves.\\nYet melted would be twain.", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0185.jp2"}, "184": {"fulltext": "II.\\nTHE DEMONIC AND THE CELESTIAL\\nLOVE.\\nDEMONIC LOVE.\\nMan was made of social earth,\\nChild and brother from his birth\\nTethered by a liquid cord\\nOf blood through veins of kindred poured,\\nNext his heart the fireside band\\nOf mother, father, sister, stand\\nNames from awful childhood heard,\\nThrobs of a wild religion stirred.\\nTheir good was heaven, their harm was vice,\\nTill Beauty came to snap all ties.\\nThe maid, abolishing the past,\\nWith lot us- wine obliterates\\n158", "height": "3366", "width": "1986", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0186.jp2"}, "185": {"fulltext": "THE CELESTIAL LOVE. 159\\nDear memory s stoiie-inearved traits,\\nAnd by herself supplants alone\\nFriends year by year more inly known.\\nWhen her calm eyes opened bright,\\nAll were foreign in their light.\\nIt Avas ever the self -same tale,\\nThe old experience ^vill not fail,\\nOnly two in the garden walked.\\nAnd with snake and seraph talked.\\nBut God said\\nI Avill have a purer gift.\\nThere is smoke in the flame;\\nNew flowerets bring, new prayers uplift,\\nAnd love without a name.\\nFond children, ye desire\\nTo please each other well\\nAnother round, a higher.\\nYe shall climb on the heavenly stair,\\nAnd selfish preference forbear\\nAnd in right deserving,", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0187.jp2"}, "186": {"fulltext": "160 THE DEMONIC AND\\nAnd without a swerving\\nEach from your proper state,\\nWeave roses for your mate.\\nDeep, deep are loving eyes,\\nFlowed with naphtha fiery sweet,\\nAnd the point is Paradise\\nWhere their glances meet\\nTheir reach shall yet be more profound,\\nAnd a vision without bound\\nThe axis of those eyes sun-clear\\nBe the axis of the sphere\\nThen shall the lights ye pour amain\\nGo without check or intervals,\\nThrough from the empyrean Avails,\\nUnto the same again.\\nClose, close to men.\\nLike undulating layer of air,\\nKight above their heads.\\nThe potent plain of Daemons spreads\\nStands to each human soul its own.", "height": "3366", "width": "1986", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0188.jp2"}, "187": {"fulltext": "THE CELESTIAL LOVE. 161\\nFor watch, and ward^ and furtlierance\\nIn the snares of nature s dance\\nAnd the lustre and the grace\\nWhich fascinate each human heart,\\nBeaming from another part,\\nTranslucent through the mortal covers,\\nIs the Daemon s form and face.\\nTo and fro the Genius hies,\\nA gleam ^vhich plays and hovers\\nOver the maiden s head.\\nAnd dips sometimes as low as to her eyes.\\nUnknown, albeit lying near,\\nTo men the path to the Daemon sphere,\\nAnd they that swiftly come and go,\\nLeave no track on the heavenly snow.\\nSometimes tlie airy synod bends.\\nAnd the mighty choir descends.\\nAnd the brains of men thenceforth,\\nIn crowded and in still resorts.\\nTeem with unwonted thoughts.\\nII", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0189.jp2"}, "188": {"fulltext": "102 THE D^^MONIC AND\\nAs when a shower of meteors\\nCross the orbit of the earth,\\nAnd, lit by fringent air,\\nBlaze near and far.\\nMortals deem the planets bright\\nHave slipped their sacred bars.\\nAnd the lone seaman all the niirht\\nSails astonished amid stars.\\nBeauty of a richer vein,\\nGraces of a subtler strain.\\nUnto men these moon-men lend,\\nAnd our shrinking sky extend.\\nSo is man s narro^v^ path\\nBy strength and terror skirted.\\nAlso (from the song the wrath\\nOf the Genii be averted\\nThe Muse the truth uncolored speaking),\\nThe Daemons are self-seekinir\\nTheir fierce and limitary will\\nDraws men to their likeness still.", "height": "3366", "width": "1986", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0190.jp2"}, "189": {"fulltext": "THE CELESTIAL LOVE. 163\\nTlie erring painter made Love blind,\\nHighest Love who shines on all\\nHim radiant, sharpest-sighted god\\nNone can bewilder\\nWhose eyes pierce\\nThe Universe,\\nPath-iinder, road- builder,\\nMediator, royal giver,\\nRightlj^-seeing, rightly-seen,\\nOf joyful and transparent mien.\\nTis a sparkle passing\\nFrom each to each, from me to thee,\\nPerpetually,\\nSharing all, daring all,\\nLevelling, misplacing\\nEach obstruction, it unites\\nEquals remote, and seeming opposites.\\nAnd ever and forever Love\\nDelights to build a road\\nUnheeded Danger near him strides,\\nLove laughs, and on a lion rides.", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0191.jp2"}, "190": {"fulltext": "164 THE DEMONIC AND\\nBut Cupid wears another face\\nBorn into D^^mons less divine,\\nHis roses bleach apace,\\nHis nectar smacks of wine.\\nThe Daemon ever builds a wall,\\nHimself incloses and includes.\\nSolitude in solitudes\\nIn like sort his love doth fall.\\nHe is an oligarch,\\nHe prizes wonder, fame, and mark,\\nHe loveth crowns.\\nHe scorneth drones\\nHe doth elect\\nThe beautiful and fortunate,\\nAnd the sons of intellect,\\nAnd the souls of ample fate,\\nWho the Future s gates unbar,\\nMinions of the Morning Star.\\nIn his prowess he exults,\\nAnd the multitude insults.\\nHis impatient looks devour", "height": "3366", "width": "1986", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0192.jp2"}, "191": {"fulltext": "THE CELESTIAL LOVE. 165\\nOft the humble and the poor,\\nAnd, seeing his eye glare,\\nThey drop their few pale flowers\\nGathered with hope to please\\nAlong the mountain towers.\\nLose courage, and despair.\\nHe will never be gainsaid.\\nPitiless, will not be stayed.\\nHis hot tyranny\\nBurns up every other tie\\nTherefore comes an hour from Jove\\nWhich his ruthless will defies.\\nAnd the dogs of Fate unties.\\nShiver the palaces of glass.\\nShrivel the rainbow-colored walls\\nWhere in bright art each god and sibyl dwelt\\nSecure as in the Zodiack s belt\\nAnd the galleries and halls\\nWherein every Siren sung,\\nLike a meteor pass.\\nFor this fortune wanted root", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0193.jp2"}, "192": {"fulltext": "166 THE DEMONIC AND\\nIn the core of God s abysm,\\nWas a weed of self and scliism\\nAnd ever tlie Daemonic Love\\nIs the ancestor of wars,\\nAnd the parent of I emorse.\\nCELESTIAL LOVE.\\nHigher far,\\nUpward, into the pure reahn.\\nOver sun or star.\\nOver the flickering Daemon film,\\nThou must mount for love,\\nInto vision which all form\\nIn one only form dissolves\\nIn a region where the wheel,\\nOn which all beings ride.\\nVisibly revolves\\nWhere the starred eternal worm\\nGirds the world with bound and term\\nWhere unlike thino^s are like.\\nWhen good and ill,", "height": "3366", "width": "1986", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0194.jp2"}, "193": {"fulltext": "THE CELESTIAL LOVE. 16T\\nAnd joy and moan,\\nMelt into one.\\nThere Past, Present, Future, slioot\\nTriple blossoms from one root\\nSubstances at base divided\\nIn tlieir summits are united,\\nThere the holy Essence rolls,\\nOne through separated souls,\\nAnd the sunny J^]on sleeps\\nFolding nature in its deeps.\\nAnd every fair and every good\\nKnown in part or known impure\\nTo men below.\\nIn their archetypes endure.\\nThe race of gods,\\nOr those w^e erring own,\\nAre shadows flitting up and down\\nIn the still abodes.,\\nThe circles of that sea are laws,", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0195.jp2"}, "194": {"fulltext": "1G8 THE DAEMONIC AND\\nWhich publish and which hide the Cause.\\nPray for a beam\\nOut of that sphere\\nThee to guide and to redeem.\\nO what a load\\nOf care and toil\\nBy lying Use bestowed,\\nFrom his shoulders falls, who sees\\nThe true astronomy,\\nThe period of peace\\nCounsel which the ages kept,\\nShall the well-born soul accept.\\nAs the overhanging trees\\nFill the lake with images.\\nAs garment draws the garment s hem\\nMen their fortunes bring with them\\nBy right or wrong.\\nLands and goods go to the strong\\nProperty will brutely draw\\nStill to the proprietor,", "height": "3366", "width": "1986", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0196.jp2"}, "195": {"fulltext": "THE CELESTIAL LOVE. 169\\nSilver to silver creep and wind,\\nAnd kind to kind,\\nNor less tlie eternal poles\\nOf tendency distribute souls.\\nThere need no vows to bind\\nWhom not each other seek but find.\\nThey give and take no pledge or oath,\\nNature is the bond of both.\\nNo prayer persuades, no flattery fawns,\\nTheir noble meanings are their pawns.\\nPlain and cold is their address,\\nPower have they for tenderness,\\nAnd so thoroughly is known\\nEach other s purpose by his own,\\nThey can parley without meeting.\\nNeed is none of forms of greeting.\\nThey can well communicate\\nIn their innermost estate\\nAVhen each the other shall avoid.\\nShall each by each be most enjoyed.\\nNot with scarfs or perfumed gloves", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0197.jp2"}, "196": {"fulltext": "170 DEMONIC AND THE\\nDo these celebrate their loves,\\nNot by jewels, feasts, aud savors,\\nNot by ribbons or by favors.\\nBut by the sun-spark on the sea.\\nAnd the cloud-shadow on the lea,\\nThe soothing lapse of morn to mirk.\\nAnd the cheerful ound of work.\\nTheir cords of love so public are,\\nThey intert^^ ine the farthest star.\\nThe throbbing sea, the quaking earth,\\nYield sympathy and signs of mirth\\nIs none so high, so mean is none.\\nBut feels and seals this union.\\nEven the fell Furies are appeased,\\nThe good applaud, the lost are eased.\\nLove s hearts are faithful, but not fond,\\nBound for the just, but not beyond\\nNot glad, as the low-loving herd.\\nOf self in others still preferred.\\nBut they have heartily designed", "height": "3366", "width": "1986", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0198.jp2"}, "197": {"fulltext": "THE CELESTIAL LOVE. 171\\nThe benefit of broad mankind.\\nAnd they serve men austerely,\\nAfter their own genius, clearly\\nWithout a false humility\\nFor this is love s nobility,\\nNot to scatter bread and gold.\\nGoods and raimant bought and sold,\\nBut to hold fast his simple sense.\\nAnd speak the speech of innocence.\\nAnd with hand, and body, and blood.\\nTo make his bosom-counsel good\\nFor he that feeds men, serveth few,\\nHe serves all, who dares be true.", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0199.jp2"}, "198": {"fulltext": "THE APOLOGY.\\nThink me not unkind and rude,\\nThat I walk along in grove and glen\\nI go to the god of the wood\\nTo fetch his word to men.\\nTax not my sloth that I\\nFold my arms beside the brook\\nEach cloud that floated in the sky\\nWrites a letter in my book.\\nChide me me not, laborious band.\\nFor the idle flowers I brought\\nEvery aster in my hand\\nGoes home loaded with a thought.\\nThere was never mystery.\\nBut tis figured in the flow^ers,\\nWas never secret history,\\nBut birds tell it in the bowers.\\n172", "height": "3366", "width": "1986", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0200.jp2"}, "199": {"fulltext": "THE APOLOGY. 173\\nOne harvest from thy field\\nHomeward brought the oxen strong\\nA second crop thine acres yield,\\nWhich I gather in a song.", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0201.jp2"}, "200": {"fulltext": "MEELIN.\\nI.\\nThy trivial harp Avill never please\\nOr fill my craving ear\\nIts chords should ring as blows the breeze\\nFree, peremptory, clear.\\nNo jingling serenader s art,\\nNor tinkle of piano strings,\\nCan make the wild blood start\\nIn its mystic springs.\\nThe kingly bard\\nMust smite the chords rudely and hard,\\nAs with hammer or with mace,\\nThat they may render back\\nArtful thunder that conveys\\nSecrets of the solar track.\\nSparks of the supersolar blaze.\\n174:", "height": "3366", "width": "1986", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0202.jp2"}, "201": {"fulltext": "MERLIN. 175\\nMerlin s blows are strokes of fate,\\nChiming with tlie forest-tone,\\nWhen bouglis buffet oughs in the wood\\nChiming with the gasp and moan\\nOf the ice-imprisoned flood\\nAVith the pulse of manly hearts.\\nWith the voice of orators,\\nWith the din of city arts.\\nWith the cannonade of wars.\\nWith the marches of the brave.\\nAnd prayers of night from martyrs cave.\\nGreat is the art,\\nGreat be the manners of the bard\\nHe shall not his brain encumber\\nAVith the coil of rhythm and number,\\nBut, leaving rule and pale forethought.\\nHe shall aye climb\\nFor his rhyme\\nPass in, pass in, the angels say,\\nIn to the upper doors", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0203.jp2"}, "202": {"fulltext": "176 MERLIN.\\nNor count compartments of the floors.\\nBut mount to Paradise\\nBy the stairway of surprise.\\nBlameless master of the games,\\nKing of sport that never shames\\nHe shall daily joy dispense\\nHid in song s sweet influence.\\nThings more cheerly live and go,\\nWhat time the subtle mind\\nPlays aloud the tune whereto\\nTheir pulses beat,\\nAnd march their feet,\\nAnd their members are combined.\\nBy Sybarites beguiled\\nHe shall no task decline\\nMerlin s mighty line,\\nExtremes of nature reconciled.\\nBereaved a tyrant of his will,\\nAnd made the lion mild.", "height": "3366", "width": "1986", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0204.jp2"}, "203": {"fulltext": "MERLIN. 1Y7\\nSongs can the tempest still,\\nScattered on tlie stormy air,\\nMould the }ear to fair increase,\\nAnd bring in poetic peace.\\nHe shall not seek to weave,\\nIn ^v eak unhappy times.\\nEfficacious rhymes\\nWait his returning strength,\\nBird, that from the nadir s floor.\\nTo the zenith s top coidd soar.\\nThe soaring orbit of the muse exceeds that\\njourney s length 1\\nNor, profane, affect to hit\\nOr compass that by meddling wit,\\nAVhich only the propitious mind\\nPublishes when tis inclined.\\nThere are open hours\\nWhen the god s will sallies free.\\nAnd dull idiot might see\\nThe flowing fortunes of a thousand years\\n12", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0205.jp2"}, "204": {"fulltext": "178 MERLIN.\\nSudden, at unawares,\\nSelf -moved fly-to the doors,\\nNor sword of angels could reveal\\nWhat they conceal.", "height": "3366", "width": "1986", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0206.jp2"}, "205": {"fulltext": "MEELIK\\n11.\\nThe rhyme of the poet\\nModulates the king s affairs,\\nBalance-loving nature\\nMade all things in pairs.\\nTo every foot its antipode,\\nEach color Avitli its counter glowed,\\nTo every tone beat answering tones,\\nHigher or graver\\nFlavor gladly blends ^vith flavor\\nLeaf answers leaf upon the bough.\\nAnd match the paired cotyledons.\\nHands to hands, and feet to feet,\\nIn one body grooms and brides\\nEldest rite, t^vo married sides\\nIn every mortal meet.\\nLight s far furnace shines,\\n179", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0207.jp2"}, "206": {"fulltext": "180 MERLIN.\\nSmelting balls and bars,\\nForging double stars,\\nGlittering twins and trines.\\nThe animals are sick with love,\\nLovesick with rhyme\\nEach with all j^ropitious Time\\nInto chorus wove.\\nLike the dancers ordered band,\\nThoughts come also hand in hand,\\nIn equal couples mated.\\nOr else alternated,\\nAdding by their mutual gage\\nOne to other health and as e.\\nSolitary fancies go\\nShort-lived wandering to and fro,\\nMost like to bachelors.\\nOr an ungiven maid.\\nNot ancestors.\\nWith no posterity to make the lie afraid.\\nOr keep truth undecayed.", "height": "3366", "width": "1986", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0208.jp2"}, "207": {"fulltext": "MERLIN. 181\\nPerfect paired as eagle s wings,\\nJustice is the rhyme of things\\nTrade and counting use\\nThe self -same tuneful muse\\nAnd Nemesis,\\nWho with even matches odd,\\nWho athwart space redresses\\nThe partial wrong,\\nFills the just period.\\nAnd finishes the song.\\nSubtle rhymes with ruin rife\\nMurmur in the house of life.\\nSung by the Sisters as they spin\\nIn perfect time and measure, they\\nBuild and unbuild our echoing clay,\\nAs the two twilights of the day\\nFold us music-drunken in.", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0209.jp2"}, "208": {"fulltext": "BACCHUS.\\nBring me wine, but wine ^vliich never grew\\nIn the belly of the grape,\\nOr grew on vine whose taproots reaching through\\nUnder the Andes to the Cape,\\nSuffered no savor of the world to scape.\\nLet its grapes the morn salute\\nFrom a nocturnal root\\nWhich feels the acrid juice\\nOf Styx and Erebus,\\nAnd turns the Avoe of night,\\nBy its own craft, to a more rich delight.\\nWe buy ashes for bread,\\nWe buy diluted wine\\nGive me of the true,\\nWhose ample leaves and tendrils curled\\nAmong the sibber hills of heaven.\\n182", "height": "3366", "width": "1986", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0210.jp2"}, "209": {"fulltext": "BACCHUS. 183\\nDraw everlasting dew\\nWine of wine,\\nBlood of tlie world,\\nForm of forms and mould of statures,\\nThat I, intoxicated.\\nAnd by the drauglit assimilated.\\nMay float at pleasure through all natures.\\nThe Lird-language rightly spell.\\nAnd that which roses say so ^vell.\\nWine that is shed\\nLike the torrents of the sun\\nUp the horizon walls\\nOr like the Atlantic streams Avhich run\\nWhen the South Sea calls.\\nWater and bread\\nFood which needs no transmuting,\\nRainbow-flowering, Avisdom-fruiting\\nWine which is already man,\\nFood A\\\\ Inch teach and reason can.", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0211.jp2"}, "210": {"fulltext": "184 BACCHUS.\\nWine whicli music is\\nMusic and wine are one\\nThat I, drinking this,\\nShall hear far chaos talk with me,\\nKings unborn shall m alk m ith me,\\nAnd the poor grass shall plot and plan\\nWhat it Avill do when it is man\\nQuickened so, ^vill I unlock\\nEvery crypt of every rock.\\nI thank the joyful juice\\nFor all 1 know\\nWinds of remembering\\nOf the ancient being blow,\\nAnd seeming-solid walls of use\\nOpen and flow.\\nPour, Bacchus, the remembering wine\\nEetrieve the loss of me and mine\\nVine for vine be antidote.\\nAnd the grape requite the lote.\\nHaste to cure the old despair,", "height": "3366", "width": "1986", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0212.jp2"}, "211": {"fulltext": "BACCHUS. 185\\nReason in nature s lotus drenched,\\nThe memory of ages quenched\\nGive them again to shine.\\nLet wine repair what this undid,\\nAnd ^vhere the infection slid,\\nAnd dazzling memory revive.\\nRefresh the faded tints,\\nRecut the aged prints.\\nAnd write my old adventures, with the pen\\nWhich, on the first day drew\\nUpon the tablets blue\\nThe dancing Pleiads, and the eternal men.", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0213.jp2"}, "212": {"fulltext": "LOSS AND GAIN.\\nVirtue runs before the muse\\nAnd defiles her skill,\\nShe is rapt, and doth refuse\\nTo ^vait a painter s will.\\nStar-adoring, occupied.\\nVirtue cannot bend her,\\nJust to please a poet s pride,\\nTo parade her splendor.\\nThe bard must be with good intent\\nNo more his, but hers.\\nThrow a^vay his pen and paint,\\nKneel with worshippers.\\nThen, perchance, a sunny ray\\nFrom the heaven of fire.\\nHis lost tools may overpay,\\nAnd better his desire.\\n186", "height": "3366", "width": "1986", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0214.jp2"}, "213": {"fulltext": "MEROPS.\\nWhat care I, so tliey stand the same,\\nThings of the heavenly mind,\\nHow long the power to give them fame\\nTarries yet behind\\nThus far to-day your favors reach,\\nO fair, appeasing Presences\\nYe taught my lips a single speech.\\nAnd a thousand silences.\\nSpace grants beyond his fated road\\nNo inch to the god of day.\\nAnd copious language still bestowed\\nOne word, no more, to say.\\n187", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0215.jp2"}, "214": {"fulltext": "THE HOUSE.\\nThere is no architect\\nCan build as the mnse can\\nShe is skilful to select\\nMaterials for her plan\\nSlow and av arily to choose\\nRafters of immortal pine,\\nOr cedar incorruptible,\\nWorthy her design.\\nShe threads dark Al})ine forests,\\nOr valleys by the sea,\\nIn many lands, Avith painful steps,\\nEre she can find a tree.\\nShe ransacks mines and ledges.\\nAnd quarries every rock,\\nTo hew the famous adamant,\\nFor each eternal block.\\n188", "height": "3366", "width": "1986", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0216.jp2"}, "215": {"fulltext": "THE HOUSE. 189\\nShe lays her beams in music,\\nIn music every one,\\nTo the cadence of the Avhirling world\\nWhich dances round the sun.\\nThat so they shall not be displaced\\nBy lapses or by wars,\\nBut for the love of happy souls\\nOutlive the ncAvest star.", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0217.jp2"}, "216": {"fulltext": "SAADI.\\nTrees in groves,\\nKine in droves,\\nIn ocean sport the scaly herds,\\nWedge-like cleave the air the birds,\\nTo northern lakes fly wind-borne ducks,\\nBrowse the mountain sheep in flocks,\\nMen consort in camp and town,\\nBut the poet dw^ells alone.\\nGod who gave to him the lyre.\\nOf all mortals the desire.\\nFor all breathing men s behoof,\\nStraitly charged him, Sit aloof\\nAnnexed a ^varning, poets say,\\nTo the bright premium,\\nEver when twain together play,\\nShall the harp be dumb.\\n190", "height": "3366", "width": "1986", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0218.jp2"}, "217": {"fulltext": "SAADI. 191\\nMany may come,\\nBut one shall sing\\nTwo touch the string,\\nThe harp is dumb.\\nThough there come a million\\nWise Saadi d\\\\vells alone.\\nYet Saadi loved the race of men,\\nNo churl immured in cave or den,\\nIn bower and hall\\nHe ^vants them all,\\nNor can dispense\\nWith Persia for his audience\\nThey must give ear.\\nGrow red with joy, and white Avith fear,\\nYet he has no companion.\\nCome ten, or come a million.\\nGood Saadi dwells alone.\\nBe thou ware ^vhere Saadi dwells.\\nGladly round that golden lamp\\nSylvan deities encamp,", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0219.jp2"}, "218": {"fulltext": "192 SAADI.\\nAnd simple maids and noble yoiitli\\nAre welcome to tlie man of truth.\\nMost welcome they ^vho need him most,\\nThey feed the spring which they exhaust\\nFor greater need\\nDraws better deed\\nBut, critic, spare thy vanity,\\nNor show thy pompous parts.\\nTo vex Avith odious subtlety\\nThe cheerer of men s hearts.\\nSad-eyed Fakirs swiftly say\\nEndless dirges to decay\\nNever in the blaze of light\\nLose the shudder of midnight\\nAnd at overflowing noon.\\nHear wolves barking at the moon\\nIn the bower of dalliance sweet\\nHear the far Avenger s feet\\nAnd shake before those awful PoAvers\\nWho in their pride forgive not ours.", "height": "3366", "width": "1986", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0220.jp2"}, "219": {"fulltext": "SAADI. 193\\nThus the sad-eyed Fakirs preach\\nBard, when thee would Allah teach,\\nAnd lift thee to his holy mount,\\nHe sends thee from his bitter fount,\\nWormwood saying, Go thy ways,\\nDrink not the Malaga of praise.\\nBut do the deed thy fellows hate.\\nAnd compromise thy peaceful state.\\nSmite the white breasts hich thee fed.\\nStuff sharp thorns beneath the head\\nOf them thou shouldst have comforted.\\nFor out of woe and out of crime\\nDraws the heart a lore sublime.\\nAnd yet it seemeth not to me\\nThat the high gods love tragedy\\nFor Saadi sat in the sun.\\nAnd thanks was his contrition\\nFor haircloth and for bloody whips,\\nHad active hands and smiling lips\\nAnd yet his runes he rightly read,\\nAnd to his folk his message sped.\\nJ3", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0221.jp2"}, "220": {"fulltext": "194\\nSAADI.\\nSunshine in his heart transferred\\nLighted each transparent ^vord\\nAnd Avell coidd honoi ing Persia learn\\nWhat Saadi Avished to say\\nFor Saadi s nightl}^ stars did burn\\nBrighter than Dschami s day.\\nWhispered the muse in Saadi s cot\\nO gentle Saadi, listen not,\\nTempted by thy praise of an it,\\nOr by thirst and appetite\\nFor the talents not thine OAvn,\\nTo sons of contradiction.\\nNev^er, sun of eastern morning,\\nFollow falsehood, follow scorning.\\nDenounce who will, ^vho Avill, deny.\\nAnd pile the hills to scale the sky\\nLet theist, atheist, pantheist.\\nDefine and wrangle hoAV they list,\\nFierce conserver, fierce destroyer.\\nBut thou joy-giver and en j oyer,", "height": "3366", "width": "1986", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0222.jp2"}, "221": {"fulltext": "SAADI. 195\\nUnknowing war, unknowing crime,\\nGentle Saadi, mind thy rhyme.\\nHeed not \\\\v hat the brawlers say,\\nHeed thou only Saadi s lay.\\nLet the great world bustle on\\nWith war and trade, with camp and town.\\nA thousand men shall dig and eat.\\nAt forge and furnace thousands sweat,\\nAnd thousands sail tlie purple sea.\\nAnd give or take the stroke of war.\\nOr crowd the market and bazaar.\\nOft shall Avar end, and peace return.\\nAnd cities rise where cities burn.\\nEre one man my hill shall climb,\\nWho can turn the golden rhyme\\nLet them manage how they may,\\nHeed thou only Saadi s lay.\\nSeek the living among the dead\\nMan in man is imprisoned.\\nBarefooted Dervish is not poor,", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0223.jp2"}, "222": {"fulltext": "196 SAADI.\\nIf fate unlock his bosom s door.\\nSo tliat what his eye hath seen\\nHis tongue can paint, as bright, as keen,\\nAnd what his tender heart hath felt,\\nWith equal fire thy heart shall melt.\\nFor, whom the muses shine upon,\\nAnd touch with soft persuasion,\\nHis words like a storm-wind can bring\\nTerror and beauty on their wing\\nIn his every syllable\\nLurketh nature veritable\\nAnd though he speak in midnight dark,\\nIn heaven, no star on earth, no spark\\nYet before the listener s eye\\nSwims the world in ecstasy,\\nThe forest waves, the morning breaks,\\nThe pastures sleep, ripple the lakes.\\nLeaves twinkle, flowers like persons be,\\nAnd life pulsates in rock or tree.\\nSaadi so far thy words shall reach\\nSuns rise and set in Saadi s speech.", "height": "3366", "width": "1986", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0224.jp2"}, "223": {"fulltext": "SAADI. 197\\nAnd thus to Saacli said the muse\\nEat thou the bread which men refuse\\nFlee from the goods which from thee flee\\nSeek nothing Fortune seeketh thee.\\nNor mount, nor dive all good things keep\\nThe midway of the eternal deep\\nWish not to fill the isles with eyes\\nTo fetch thee birds of paradise\\nOn thine orchard s edge belong\\nAll the brass of plume and song\\nWise All s sunbright sayings pass\\nFor proverbs in the market-place\\nThrough mountains bored by regal art\\nToil whistles as he drives his cart.\\nNor scour the seas, nor sift mankind,\\nA poet or a friend to find\\nBehold, he watches at the door,\\nBehold his shadow on the floor.\\nOpen innumerable doors.\\nThe heaven where unveiled Allah pours\\nThe flood of truth, the flood of good,", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0225.jp2"}, "224": {"fulltext": "198 SAADI.\\nThe seraph s and the cherub s food\\nThose doors are men the pariah kind\\nAdmits thee to the perfect Mind.\\nSeek not beyond th}^ cottage wall\\n[Redeemer that can yield thee all.\\nWhile thou sittest at thy door,\\nOn the desert s yellow floor,\\nListening to the gray-haired crones,\\nFoolish gossips, ancient drones,\\nSaadi, see, they rise in stature\\nTo the height of mighty nature.\\nAnd the secret stands revealed\\nFraudulent Time in vain concealed.\\nThat blessed gods in servile masks\\nPlied for thee thy household tasks.", "height": "3366", "width": "1986", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0226.jp2"}, "225": {"fulltext": "HOLIDAYS.\\nFRo:\\\\r fall to spring the russet acorn,\\nFruit beloved of maid and boy,\\nLent itself beneath the forest\\nTo be the children s toy.\\nPluck it now in vain thou canst not,\\nIts root has pierced yon shady mound.\\nToy no longer, it has duties\\nIt is anchored in the ground.\\nYear by year the rose-lipped maiden,\\nPlay-fellow of young and old.\\nWas frolic sunshine, dear to all men.\\nMore dear to one than mines of gold.\\nWhither went the lovely hoyden\\nDisappeared in blessed wife.\\nServant to a wooden cradle,\\nLiving in a baby s life.\\n199", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0227.jp2"}, "226": {"fulltext": "200 HOLIDAYS.\\nStill thou pla3^est short vacation\\nFate grants each to stand aside\\nNow mnst thou be man and artist\\nTis the turning of the tide.", "height": "3366", "width": "1986", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0228.jp2"}, "227": {"fulltext": "PAINTING AND SCULPTURE.\\nThe sinful painter drapes his goddess warm.\\nBecause slie still is naked, being drest\\nThe godlike sculptor will not so deform\\nBeauty, which bones and flesh enough invest.\\n201", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0229.jp2"}, "228": {"fulltext": "FROM THE PERSIAN OF HAFIZ.\\n[The Poems of Hafiz are held by tlie Persians to be mystical\\nand allegorical. Tlie following ode, notwithstanding its ana-\\ncreontic style, is regarded by liis German editor, Von Ham-\\nmer, as one of those which earned for Hafiz among his coun-\\ntrymen the title of Tongue of tlie Secret.\\nButler, fetcli tlie ruby ^YIne,\\nWhich with sadden greatness fills us\\nPour for nie who in my spirit\\nFail in courage and performance\\nBring the philosophic stone,\\nKarun s treasure, Noah s life\\nHaste, that by thy means I open\\nAll the doors of luck and life.\\nBring me, boy, the fire-water\\nZoroaster sought in dust.\\nTo Hafiz revelling tis allowed\\nTo pray to Matter and to Fire.\\nBring the wine of Jamschid s glass\\nThat shone, ere time was, in the Neant.\\n202", "height": "3366", "width": "1986", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0230.jp2"}, "229": {"fulltext": "FROM THE PERSIAN OF HAFIZ. 203\\nGive it me, that througli its virtue\\nI, as Jamscliid, see through worlds.\\nWisely said the Kaiser Jamschid,\\nThis Avorld s not ^vorth a barleycorn.\\nBring me, boy, the nectar cup,\\nSince it leads to Paradise.\\nFlute and lyre lordly speak.\\nLees of wine outvalue crowns.\\nHither bring the veiled beauty\\nWho in ill-famed houses sits\\nLead her forth my honest name\\nFreely barter I for wine.\\nBring me, boy, the fire-water.\\nDrinks the lion the woods burn.\\nGive it me, that I storm heaven,\\nTear the net from the arch-wolf.\\nWine, wherewith the Houris teach\\nAngels the ways of Paradise.\\nOn the glowing coals I ll set it.\\nAnd therewith my brain perfimie.\\nBring me wine, througli ^vhose effulgence", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0231.jp2"}, "230": {"fulltext": "204 FROM THE PERSIAN OF HAFIZ.\\nJam and Chosroes yielded light\\nWine, that to the flute I sing\\nWhere is Jam, and where is Kaiiss.\\nBring the blessing of old times\\nBless the old departed Shahs\\nBring it me, the Shah of hearts.\\nBring me ^vine to wash me clean,\\nOf the Aveather-stains of care,\\nSee the countenance of luck.\\nWhile I dwell in spirit-gardens,\\nWherefore sit I shackled here\\nLo, this mirror shows me all.\\nDrunk, I speak of purity.\\nBeggar, I of lordship speak.\\nAVhen Hafiz in his revel sings,\\nShouteth Sohra in her sphere.\\nFear the changes of a day\\nBring wine which increases life.\\nSince the Avorld is all untrue.\\nLet the trumpets thee remind", "height": "3366", "width": "1986", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0232.jp2"}, "231": {"fulltext": "FROM THE PERSIAN OF HAFIZ. 205\\nHow the crown of Kobad vanished.\\nBe not certain of the world\\nTwill not spare to shed thy blood.\\nDesperate of the world s affair,\\nCame I runnino; to the Avine-house.\\nGive me wine Avhich maketh glad,\\nThat I may my steed bestride,\\nThrough the course career with Eustem.\\nGallop to my heart s content.\\nGive me, boy, the rub}^ cup\\nWhich unlocks the heart with wine,\\nThat I reason quite renounce.\\nAnd plant banners on the worlds.\\nLet us make our glasses kiss.\\nLet us quench the sorrow-cinders\\nTo-day let us drink together.\\nWhoso has a banquet dressed,\\nIs with glad mind satisfied,\\nScaping from the snares of Dews.\\nAlas for youth tis gone in wind,", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0233.jp2"}, "232": {"fulltext": "206 ROM THE PERSIAN OF HAFIZ.\\nHappy lie who spent it well.\\nGive me wine, that I o erleap\\nBoth worlds at a single spring,\\nStole at dawn from glowing spheres\\nCall of Houris to mine ear\\nO happy bird delicions soul\\nSpread thy pinion, break the cage\\nSit on the roof of the seven domes,\\nWhere the spirit takes repose.\\nIn the time of Bisurdschimihr,\\nMenutscheher s beauty shined,\\nOn the beaker of Nushirvan,\\nWrote they once in elder times,\\nHear the Counsel, learn from us\\nSample of the course of things\\nEarth, it is a place of sorrow.\\nScanty joys are here below,\\nWho has nothing, has no sorrow.\\nWhere is Jam, and where his cup\\nSolomon, and his mirror where", "height": "3366", "width": "1986", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0234.jp2"}, "233": {"fulltext": "FROM THE PERSIAN OF HAFIZ. 207\\nWhich of the wise masters knows\\nWhat time Kauss and Jam existed\\nWhen those heroes left this world,\\nLeft they nothing bat their names.\\nBind thy heart not to the earth,\\nWhen thou goest, come not Lack.\\nFools squander on the world their hearts.\\nLeague with it, is feud with heav^en\\nNever gives it ^vhat thou wishest.\\nA cup of wine imparts the sight\\nOf the five heaven-domes Avith nine steps\\nWhoso can himself renounce,\\nWithout support shall walk thereon.\\nWho discreet is, is not wise.\\nGive me, boy, the Kaiser cup,\\nWhich rejoices heart and soul\\nUnder type of wine and cup\\nSignify we purest love.\\nYouth like lightning disappears,\\nLife goes by us as the wind", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0235.jp2"}, "234": {"fulltext": "208 FROM THE PERSIAN OF HAFIZ.\\nLeave tlie dwelling with six doors,\\nAnd the serpent with nine heads\\nLife and silver spend thou freely,\\nIf thou honorest the soul.\\nHaste into the other life\\nAll is nought save God alone.\\nGive me, boy, this toy of daemons.\\nWhen the cup of Jam was lost,\\nHim availed the world no more.\\nFetch the wine-glass made of ice,\\nWake the torpid heart Avith wine.\\nEvery clod of loam below us\\nIs a skull of Alexander\\nOceans are the blood of princes\\nDesert sands the dust of beauties.\\nMore than one Darius was there\\nWho the whole world overcame\\nBut since these gave up the ghost,\\nThinkest thou they never were\\nBoy, go from me to the Shah,\\nSay to him Shah crowned as Jam,", "height": "3366", "width": "1986", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0236.jp2"}, "235": {"fulltext": "FROM THE PERSIAN OF HAFIZ. 209\\nWin thou first the poor man s heart,\\nThen the glass so kno^v the world-\\nEmpty sorrows from the earth\\nCanst thou drive away Avith wine.\\nNow in thy throne s recent beauty,\\nIn the flowing tide of power,\\nMoon of fortune, mighty king.\\nWhose tiara sheddeth lustre.\\nPeace secure to fish and fowl.\\nHeart and eye-sparkle to saints\\nShoreless is the sea of praise,\\nI content me with a prayer.\\nFrom Nisami s poet- works.\\nHighest ornament of speech.\\nHere a verse will I recite.\\nVerse as beautiful as pearls.\\nMore kingdoms wait thy diadem.\\nThan are known to thee by name\\nMay the sovran destiny\\nGrant a victory every morn\\n14", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0237.jp2"}, "236": {"fulltext": "GHASELLE.\\nFROM THE PERSIAN OF HAFIZ.\\nOf Paradise, O liermit wise,\\nLet us renounce the thought.\\nOf old therein our names of sin\\nAllah recorded not.\\nWho dear to God on earthly sod\\nNo corn-grain plants.\\nThe same is glad that life is had,\\nThou 2:h corn he wants.\\nThy mind the mosque and cool kiosk,\\nSpare fast, and orisons\\nMine me allows the drink-house,\\nAnd sweet chase of the nuns.\\nO just fakeer, ^vith bro^v austere.\\nForbid me not the vine\\n210", "height": "3366", "width": "1986", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0238.jp2"}, "237": {"fulltext": "GHASELLE. 211\\nOn the first day, poor Hafiz clay\\nWas kneaded up with wine.\\nHe is no dervise, Heaven slights his service,\\nWho shall refuse\\nThere in the banquet, to pawn his blanket\\nFor Schiraz s juice.\\nWho his friend s shirt, or hem of his shirt,\\nShall spare to pledge.\\nTo him Eden s bliss and Angel s kiss\\nShall want their edge.\\nUp, Hafiz grace from high God s face\\nBeams on thee pure\\nShy then not hell, and trust thou well,\\nHeaven is secure.", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0239.jp2"}, "238": {"fulltext": "XENOPHANES.\\nBy fate, not option, frugal nature gave\\nOne scent to hyson and to wallflower,\\nOne sound to pine-groves and to water-falls\\nOne aspect to the desert and the lake,\\nIt was her stern necessity. All things\\nAre of one pattern made bird, beast, aiad plant,\\nSong, pictiire, form, space, thought, and charac-\\nter.\\nDeceive us, seeming to be many things.\\nAnd are but one. Beheld far off, they part\\nAs God and Devil bring them to the mind,\\nThey dull its edge with their monotony.\\nTo know the old element explore a new,\\nAnd in the second reappears the first.\\nThe specious panorama of a year\\nBut multiplies the image of a day,\\n212", "height": "3366", "width": "1986", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0240.jp2"}, "239": {"fulltext": "XENOPHANES. 213\\nA belt of mirrors round a taper s flame,\\nAnd universal nature through her vast\\nAnd crowded whole, an infinite paroquet,\\nRepeats one cricket note.", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0241.jp2"}, "240": {"fulltext": "THE DAY S RATION.\\nWhen I was born,\\nFrom all the seas of strength Fate filled a\\nchalice,\\nSaying, This be thy portion, cliild this chalice,\\nLess than a lily s, thou shalt daily di aw\\nFrom my great arteries nor less, nor more.\\nAll substances the cunning chemist Time\\nMelts down into that li(|Uor of my life.\\nFriends, foes, joys, fortunes, beauty, and disgust,\\nAnd whether I am angry or content,\\nIndebted or insulted, loved or hurt.\\nAll he distils into sidereal wine.\\nAnd brims my little cup heedless, alas\\nOf all he sheds how little it will hold.\\nHow much runs over on the desert sands.\\nIf a new muse draw me with splendid ray,\\n214", "height": "3366", "width": "1986", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0242.jp2"}, "241": {"fulltext": "THE DAY S RATION. 215\\nAnd I uplift myself into her heaven,\\nThe needs of the first sight absoi-b my blood,\\nAnd all the following liours of the day\\nDrag a ridiculous age.\\nTo-day, when friends approach, and every hour\\nBrings book or starbright scroll of genius,\\nThe tiny cup ^vill hold not a bead more.\\nAnd all the costly liipior runs to waste.\\nNor gives the jealous time one diamond drop\\nSo to be husbanded for poorer days,\\nAVhy need I volumes, if one word suffice\\nWhy need I galleries, when a pupil s draught\\nAfter the master s sketch, fJls and o erfills\\nMy apprehension Why should I roam.\\nWho cannot circumnavigate the sea\\nOf thoughts and things at home, but still ad-\\njourn\\nThe nearest matters to another moon\\nWhy see new men\\nWho have not understood the old", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0243.jp2"}, "242": {"fulltext": "BLIGHT.\\nGive me trutlis,\\nFor I am weary of the surfaces,\\nAnd die of inanition. If I knew\\nOnly the herljs and simples of the wood,\\nRue, cinquefoil, gill, vervain, and pimpernel,\\nBlue-vetch, and trillium, hawkweed, sassafras,\\nMilkweeds, and murky brakes, quaint pipes and\\nsundew.\\nAnd rare and virtuous roots, which in these\\nwoods\\nDraw untold juices from the common earth,\\nUntold, unknown, and I could surely spell\\nTheir fragrance, and their chemistry apply\\nBy SAveet athnities to human flesh.\\nDriving the foe and stablishing the friend,\\nO that ^vere much, and I could be a part\\n216", "height": "3366", "width": "1986", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0244.jp2"}, "243": {"fulltext": "BLIGHT. 217\\nOf the round day, related to the sun,\\nAnd planted world, and full executor\\nOf their imperfect functions.\\nBut these young scholars who invade our hills,\\nBold as the engineer who fells the wood,\\nAnd travelling often in the cut he makes,\\nLove not the flower they pluck, and know it not.\\nAnd all their botany is Latin names.\\nThe old men studied magic in the flower.\\nAnd human fortunes in astronomy,\\nAnd an omnipotence in chemistry.\\nPreferring things to names, for these were men,\\nWere unitarians of the united world.\\nAnd wheresoever their clear eyebeams fell.\\nThey caught the footsteps of the sa:\\\\ie. Our\\neyes\\nAre armed, but ^ve ai*e strangers to the stars.\\nAnd strangers to the mystic beast and bird.\\nAnd strangers to tlie plant and to the mine\\nThe injured elements say, Not in us\\nAnd night and day, ocean and continent,", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0245.jp2"}, "244": {"fulltext": "218 BLIGHT.\\nFire, plant, and mineral say, Not in us,\\nAnd haughtily return us stare for stare.\\nFor we invade them impiously for gain,\\nWe devastate them unreligiously.\\nAnd coldly ask their pottage, not their love.\\nTherefore they shove us from them, yield to us\\nOnly what to our griping toil is due\\nBut the sweet affluence of love and song,\\nThe rich results of the divine consents\\nOf man and earth, of world beloved and lover\\nThe nectar and ambrosia are withheld;\\nAnd in the midst of spoils and slaves, we thieves\\nAnd pirates of the universe, shut out\\nDaily to a more thin and outward rind,\\nTurn pale and starve. Therefore to our sick\\neyes,\\nThe stunted trees look sick, the summer short,\\nClouds shade the sun, which Avill not tan Our\\nhay.\\nAnd nothing thrives to reach its natural term,\\nAnd life, shorn of its venerable length,", "height": "3366", "width": "2016", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0246.jp2"}, "245": {"fulltext": "BLIGHT. 219\\nEven at its greatest space, is a defeat,\\nAnd dies in anger that it was a dupe,\\nAnd, in its highest noon and wantonness.\\nIs early frugal like a beggar s child\\nWith most unliandsome calculation taught,\\nEven in the hot pursuit of the best aims\\nAnd prizes of ambition, checks its hand.\\nLike Alpine cataracts, frozen as they leaped.\\nChilled with a miseily comparison\\nOf the toy s purchase with the length of life.", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0247.jp2"}, "246": {"fulltext": "MUSKETAQUID.\\nBecause I was content with these poor fields,\\nLow open meads, slender and sluggish streams.\\nAnd found a home in haunts which others\\nscorned.\\nThe partial wood-gods overpaid my love,\\nAnd granted me the freedom of their state,\\nAnd in their secret senate have prevailed\\nAYith the dear dangerous lords that rule our\\nlife,\\nMade moon and planets parties to their bond.\\nAnd pitying through my solitary wont\\nShot million rays of thought and tenderness.\\nFor me in showers, in sweeping showers, the\\nspring\\nVisits the valley break away the clouds,\\nI bathe in the morn s soft and silvered air,\\n220", "height": "3366", "width": "2016", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0248.jp2"}, "247": {"fulltext": "MUSKETAQUID. 221\\nAnd loiter willing by yon loitering stream.\\nSparrows far off, and, nearer, yonder bird\\nBlue-coated, ilying before, from tree to tree,\\nCourageous sing a delicate overture.\\nTo lead the tardy concert of tlie year.\\nOnward, and nearer dra^\\\\^s the sun of May,\\nAnd ^vide around the marriage of the plants\\nIs sweetly solemnized then flows amain\\nThe surge of summer s beauty dell and crag.\\nHollow and lake, hill-side, and pine arcade,\\nAre touched with genius. Yonder ragged cliff\\nHas thousand faces in a tliousand hours.\\nHere friendly landlords, men ineloquent,\\nInhabit, and STibdue the spacious farms.\\nTraveller to thee, perchance, a tedious road.\\nOr soon forgotten picture, to these men\\nThe landscape is an armory of powers,\\nWhich, one by one, they know to draw and use.\\nThey harness beast, bird, insect, to their work\\nThey prove the virtues of each bed of rock.", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0249.jp2"}, "248": {"fulltext": "222 MUSKETAQUID.\\nAnd, like a chemist mid his loaded jars,\\nDraw from each stratum its adapted use,\\nTo drug their crops, or weapon their arts withal.\\nThey turn the frost upon their chemic heap\\nThey set the wind to winnow vetch and grain\\nThey thank the spring-flood for its fertile slime\\nAnd, on cheap summit-levels of the snow.\\nSlide with the sledge to inaccessible woods,\\nO er meadows bottomless. So, year by year\\nThey fight the elements ^vith elements,\\n(That one would say, meadow and forest walked\\nUpright in human shape to rule their like.)\\nAnd by the order in the field disclose,\\nThe order regnant in the yeoman s brain.\\nWhat these strong masters wrote at large in\\nmiles,\\nI followed in small copy in my acre\\nFor there s no rood has not a star above it\\nThe cordial quality of pear or plum", "height": "3366", "width": "2016", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0250.jp2"}, "249": {"fulltext": "MUSKETAQUID. 223\\nAscends as giacUy in a single tree,\\nAs in broad orchards resonant with bees\\nAnd every atom poises for itself,\\nAnd for the whole. The gentle Mother of all\\nShowed me the lore\u00c2\u00abof colors and of sounds\\nThe innumerable tenements of beauty\\nThe miracle of generative force\\nFar-reaching concords of astronomy\\nFelt in the plants and in the punctual birds\\nMainly, the linked purpose of the whole\\nAnd, chiefest prize, found I true liberty,\\nThe home of homes plain-dealing Nature gave.\\nThe polite found me impolite the great\\nWould mortify me, but in vain\\nI am a willow of the Avilderness,\\nLoving the wind that bent me. All my hurts\\nMy garden-spade can heal. A woodland ^valk,\\nA wild rose, or rock-loving columbine.\\nSalve my worst ^vounds, and leave no cicatrice.\\nFor thus the wood-gods murmured in my ear,", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0251.jp2"}, "250": {"fulltext": "224 MUSKETAQUID.\\nDost love our manners Canst thou silent lie\\nCanst thou, thy pride forgot, like nature pass\\nInto the winter night s extinguished mood\\nCanst thou shine now, then darkle.\\nAnd being latent, feel thyself no less\\nAs when the all-worshipped moon attracts the\\neye,\\nThe river, hill, stems, foliage, are obscure,\\nYet envies none, none are unenviable.", "height": "3366", "width": "2016", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0252.jp2"}, "251": {"fulltext": "DIRGE.\\nKnows he who tills this lonely field\\nTo reap its scanty corn,\\nWhat mystic fruit his acres yield\\nAt midnight and at morn\\nIn the long sunny afternoon,\\nThe plain was full of ghosts,\\nI wandered up, I wandered down.\\nBeset by pensive hosts.\\nThe winding Concord gleamed below,\\nPouring as wide a flood\\nAs when my brothers long ago,\\nCame with me to the Avood.\\nBut they are gone,\u00e2\u0080\u0094 the holy ones.\\nWho trod with me this lonely vale.\\nThe strong, star-bright companions\\nAre silent, low, and pale.\\n15", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0253.jp2"}, "252": {"fulltext": "226 DIRGE.\\nMy good, my noble, in their prime,\\nWho made this workl the feast it was,\\nWho learned with me the lore of time,\\nWho loved this d^velling-place.\\nThey took this valley for their toy.\\nThey played Avith it in every mood,\\nA cell for pra} er, a hall for joy.\\nThey treated nature as they would.\\nThey colored the horizon round.\\nStars flamed and faded as they bade.\\nAll echoes hearkened for their sound.\\nThey made the woodlands glad or mad.\\nI touch this flower of silken leaf\\nAVhich once our childhood knew.\\nIts soft leaves wound me with a grief\\nWhose balsam never grew.\\nHearken to yon pine warbler\\nSinging aloft in the tree\\nHearest thou, O traveler\\nWhat he singeth to me", "height": "3366", "width": "2016", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0254.jp2"}, "253": {"fulltext": "DIRGE. 227\\nNot unless God made sharp thine ear\\nWith sorrow such as mine,\\nOut of that delicate lay couldst thou\\nThe heavy dirge divine.\\nGo, lonely man, it saith,\\nThey loved thee from their birth,\\nTheir hands were pure, and pure their faith,\\nThere are no such hearts on earth.\\nYe drew one mother s milk,\\nOne chamber held ye all\\nA very tender history\\nDid in your childhood fall.\\nYe cannot unlock your heart,\\nThe key is gone with them\\nThe silent organ loudest chants\\nThe master s requiem.", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0255.jp2"}, "254": {"fulltext": "THRENODY.\\nThe south- wind brings\\nLife, sunshine, and desire,\\nAnd on every mount and meadow\\nBreathes aromatic fire,\\nBut over the dead he has no power.\\nThe lost, the lost he cannot restore.\\nAnd, looking over the hills, I mourn\\nThe darling who shall not return.\\nI see my empty house,\\nI see my trees repair their boughs,\\nAnd he, the wondrous child,\\nWhose silver warble wild\\nOutvalued every pulsing sound\\nWithin the air s cerulean round.\\nThe hyaciuthine boy, for whom\\nMorn well might break, and April bloom,\\n228", "height": "3366", "width": "2016", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0256.jp2"}, "255": {"fulltext": "THRENODY. 229\\nThe gracious boy, who did adorn\\nThe world whereinto he was born.\\nAnd by his countenance repay\\nThe favor of the loving Day,\\nHas disappeared from the Day s eye\\nFar and wide she cannot find him,\\nMy hopes pursue, they cannot bind him.\\nReturned this day the south-wind searches\\nAnd finds young pines and budding birches,\\nBut finds not the budding man\\nNature who lost him, cannot remake him\\nFate let him fall. Fate can t retake him\\nNature, Fate, men, him seek in vain.\\nAnd whither now, my truant wise and sweet,\\nOh, whither tend thy feet\\nI had the right, few days ago.\\nThy steps to watch, thy place to know\\nHow have I forfeited the right\\nHast thou forgot me in a new delight\\nI hearken for thy household cheer.", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0257.jp2"}, "256": {"fulltext": "230 THRENODY.\\nO eloquent eliilcl\\nWliose voice, an equal messenger,\\nConveyed thy meaning mild.\\nWhat though the pains and joys\\nWhereof it spoke were toys\\nFitting his age and ken\\nYet fairest dames and bearded men,\\nAVho heard the sweet request\\nSo gentle, wise, and grave.\\nBended with joy to his behest,\\nAnd let the world s affairs go by.\\nAwhile to share his cordial game.\\nOr mend his wicker wagon frame,\\nStill plotting how their hungry ear\\nThat winsome voice again might hear,\\nFor his lips could well pronounce\\nWords that were persuasions.\\nGentlest guardians marked serene\\nHis early hope, his liberal mien.\\nTook counsel from his guiding eyes\\nTo make this wisdom earthly Avise.", "height": "3366", "width": "2016", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0258.jp2"}, "257": {"fulltext": "THRENODY. 231\\nAh vainly do these eyes recall\\nThe school-march, each day s festival,\\nWhen every morn my bosom glowed\\nTo watch the convoy on the road\\nThe babe in willow wagon closed.\\nWith rolling eyes and face composed,\\nWith children forward and behind.\\nLike Cupids studiously inclined.\\nAnd he, the Chieftain, paced beside,\\nThe centre of the troop allied.\\nWith sunny face of sweet repose.\\nTo o^uard the babe from fancied foes.\\nThe little Captain innocent\\nTook the eye with him as he went.\\nEach village senior paused to scan\\nAnd speak the lovely caravan.\\nFrom the ^vindow^ I look out\\nTo mark thy beautiful parade\\nStately marching in cap and coat", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0259.jp2"}, "258": {"fulltext": "232 THRENODY.\\nTo some tune l)y fairies played\\nA music heard by thee alone\\nTo works as noble led thee on.\\nNow lo^^e and pride, alas, in vain,\\nUp and down their glances strain.\\nThe painted sled stands ^vhere it stood,\\nThe kennel by the corded wood,\\nThe gathered sticks to stanch the wall\\nOf the snow-tower, ^vhen snow should fall.\\nThe ominous hole he dug in the sand.\\nAnd childhood s castles Iniilt or planned.\\nHis daily haunts I well discern,\\nThe poultry yard, the shed, the barn,\\nAnd every inch of garden ground\\nPaced by the blessed feet around.\\nFrom the road-side to the brook,\\nWhereinto he loved to look.\\nStep the meek birds where erst they ranged,\\nThe wintry garden lies unchanged,\\nThe brook into the stream runs on,\\nBut the deep-eyed Boy is gone.", "height": "3366", "width": "2016", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0260.jp2"}, "259": {"fulltext": "THRENODY. 233\\nOn that shaded day,\\nDark with more clouds than tempests are,\\nWhen thou didst yield thy innocent breath\\nIn bird-like heavings unto death,\\nNight came, and Nature had not thee,\\nI said, we are mates in misery.\\nThe morrow dawned with needless glow.\\nEach snow-bird chirped, each fowl must crow,\\nEach tramper started, but the feet\\nOf the most beautiful and sweet\\nOf human youth had left the hill\\nAnd garden, they were bound and still,\\nThere s not a sparrow or a wren.\\nThere s not a blade of autumn grain.\\nWhich the four seasons do not tend.\\nAnd tides of life and increase lend\\nAnd every chick of every bird.\\nAnd weed and rock-moss is preferred.\\nO ostriches forgetfulness\\nO loss of larger in the less\\nWas there no star that could be sent,", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0261.jp2"}, "260": {"fulltext": "234 THRENODY.\\nNo watcher in the firmament,\\nNo angel from the countless host,\\nThat loiters round the crystal coast,\\nCould stoop to heal that only child.\\nNature s sweet marvel undefiled,\\nAnd keep the blossom of the earth,\\nWhich all her harvests were not worth\\nNot mine, I never called thee mine,\\nBut nature s heir, if I repine.\\nAnd, seeing rashly torn and moved.\\nNot Avhat I made, but what I loved.\\nGrow early old with grief that then\\nMust to the wastes of nature go,\\nTis because a general hope\\nWas quenched, and all must doubt and grope\\nFor flattering planets seemed to say.\\nThis child should ills of ages stay,\\nBy wondrous tongue and guided pen\\nBring the flown muses back to men.\\nPerchance, not he, but nature ailed.\\nThe world, and not the infant failed,", "height": "3366", "width": "2016", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0262.jp2"}, "261": {"fulltext": "THRENODY. 235\\nIt was not ripe yet, to sustain\\nA genius of so line a strain,\\nWlio gazed upon tlie sun and moon\\nAs if he came unto his own,\\nAnd pregnant with his grander thought,\\nBrought the old order into doubt.\\nAwhile his beauty their beauty tried,\\nThey could not feed him, and he died,\\nAnd wandered backward as in scorn\\nTo wait an ^on to be born.\\nIll day which made this beauty waste\\nPlight broken, tliis high face defaced\\nSome went and came about the dead.\\nAnd some in books of solace read,\\nSome to their friends the tidings say.\\nSome went to write, some went to pray,\\nOne tarried here, there hurried one.\\nBut their heart abode with none.\\nCovetous death bereaved us all\\nTo aggrandize one funeral.\\nThe eager Fate which carried thee", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0263.jp2"}, "262": {"fulltext": "236 THRENODY.\\nTook the largest part of me.\\nFor this losing is true dying,\\nThis is lordly man s down-lying,\\nThis is slow but sure reclining,\\nStar by star his world I esigning.\\nO child of Paradise\\nBoy who made dear his father s home,\\nIn whose deep eyes\\nMen read the welfare of the times to come\\nI am too much bereft\\nThe world dishonored thou hast left\\nO truths and natures costly lie\\nO trusted, broken prophecy\\nO richest fortune sourly crossed\\nBorn for the future, to the future lost\\nThe deep Heart answered, AVeepest thou\\nWorthier cause for passion wild.\\nIf I had not taken the child.\\nAnd deemest thou as those Avho pore\\nWith aged eyes short way before", "height": "3366", "width": "2016", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0264.jp2"}, "263": {"fulltext": "THRENODY. 237\\nThink st Beauty vanislied from the coast\\nOf matter, and tliy darling lost\\nTaught he not thee, the man of eld.\\nWhose eyes within his eyes beheld\\nHeaven s numerous hierarchy span\\nThe mystic gulf from God to man\\nTo be alone wilt thou begin.\\nWhen worlds of lovers hem thee in\\nTo-morrow, Avhen the masks shall fall\\nThat dizen nature s carnival.\\nThe pure shall see, by their own will,\\nWhich overflowing love shall fill,\\nTis not within the force of Fate\\nThe fate-conjoined to separate.\\nBut thou, my votary, ^veepest thou\\nI gave thee sight, where is it now\\nI taught thy heart beyond the reach\\nOf ritual, Bible, or of speech\\nWrote in thy mind s transparent table\\nAs far as the inconununicable\\nTaught thee each private sign to raise", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0265.jp2"}, "264": {"fulltext": "238 THRENODY.\\nLit by the supersolar blaze.\\nPast utterance and past belief,\\nAnd past tlie blasphemy of grief,\\nThe mysteries of nature s heart,\\nAnd though no muse can these impart,\\nThrob thine with nature s throbbing breast.\\nAnd all is clear from east to west.\\nI came to thee as to a friend,\\nDearest, to thee I did not send\\nTutors, but a joyful eye.\\nInnocence that matched the sky,\\nLovely locks a form of wonder.\\nLaughter rich as woodland thunder\\nThat thou might st entertain apart\\nThe richest flowering of all art\\nAnd, as the great all-loving Day\\nThrough smallest chambers takes its way.\\nThat thou might st break thy daily bread\\nWith Prophet, Saviour, and head\\nThat thou might st cherish for thine own", "height": "3366", "width": "2016", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0266.jp2"}, "265": {"fulltext": "THRENODY. S39\\nThe riches of sweet Mary s Son,\\nBoy-Rabbi, Israel s Paragon\\nAnd thoughtest thou such guest\\nWould in thy hall take up his rest?\\nWould rushing life forget its laws,\\nFate s glowing revolution pause\\nHigh omens ask diviner guess,\\nNot to be conned to tediousness.\\nAnd know, my higher gifts unbind\\nThe zone that girds the incarnate mind.\\nWhen the scanty shores are full\\nWith Thought s perilous whirling pool.\\nWhen frail Nature can no more,\\nThen the spirit strikes the hour.\\nMy servant Death with solving rite\\nPours finite into infinite.\\nWilt thou freeze love s tidal flow.\\nWhose streams through nature circling go\\nNail tho star struggling to its track\\nOn the half -climbed Zodiack\\nLight is light which radiates,", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0267.jp2"}, "266": {"fulltext": "240 THRENODY.\\nBlood is blood wliicli circulates,\\nLife is life which generates,\\nAnd many-seeming life is one,\\nWilt thou transfix and make it none.\\nIts onward stream too starkly pent\\nIn figure, bone, and lineament\\nWilt thou uncalled interrogate\\nTalker the unreplying fate\\nNor see the Genius of the whole\\nAscendant in the private soul.\\nBeckon it when to go and come.\\nSelf-announced its hour of doom.\\nFair the soul s recess and shrine.\\nMagic-built, to last a season.\\nMasterpiece of love benign\\nFairer than expansive reason\\nWhose omen tis, and sign.\\nWilt thou not ope this heart to know\\nWhat rainbows teach and sunsets show.\\nVerdict Avhich accumulates", "height": "3366", "width": "2016", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0268.jp2"}, "267": {"fulltext": "THRENODY. 241\\nFrom lengthened scroll of human fates,\\nVoice of earth to earth returned,\\nPrayers of heart that inly burned\\nSaying, what is excellent^\\nAs God lives^ is permanent^\\nHearts are dust^ hearts loves remain^\\nHearth love tvill meet thee again.\\nEevere the Maker fetch thine eye\\nUp to His style, and manners of the sky.\\nNot of adamant and gold\\nBuilt He heaven stark and cold.\\nNo, but a nest of bending reeds,\\nFlowering grass and scented weeds.\\nOr like a traveller s fleeting tent.\\nOr bow above the tempest pent.\\nBuilt of tears and sacred flames.\\nAnd virtue reaching to its aims\\nBuilt of furtherance and pursuing.\\nNot of spent deeds, but of doing.\\nSilent rushes the swift Lord\\nThrough ruined systems still restored,", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0269.jp2"}, "268": {"fulltext": "242 THRENODY.\\nBroad-sowing, bleak and void to bless,\\nPlants with worlds the wilderness,\\nWaters with tears of ancient sorrow\\nApples of Eden ripe to-morrow\\nHouse and tenant go to ground,\\nLost in God, in Godhead found.", "height": "3366", "width": "2016", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0270.jp2"}, "269": {"fulltext": "HYM]^.\\nSUNG AT THE COMPLETION OF CONCORD MONUMENT,\\nAPRIL 19, 1836\\nBy tlie rude bridge that arched the flood,\\nTheir flag to April s breeze unfurled,\\nHere once the embattled farmers stood,\\nAnd fired the shot heard round the world,\\nThe foe long since in silence slept,\\nAlike the Conqueror silent sleeps.\\nAnd Time the ruined bridge has swept\\nDown the dark stream which seaward creeps.\\nOn this green bank, by this soft stream,\\nWe set to-day a votive stone.\\nThat memory may their deed redeem.\\nWhen like our sires our sons are gone.\\n243", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0271.jp2"}, "270": {"fulltext": "244 HYMN.\\nSpirit who made those freemen dare\\nTo die, or leave their children free,\\nBid time and nature gently spare\\nThe shaft we raise to them and Thee.\\nit \u00c2\u00bbi\u00e2\u0082\u00ac", "height": "3366", "width": "2016", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0272.jp2"}, "271": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0273.jp2"}, "272": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3366", "width": "2016", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0274.jp2"}, "273": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0275.jp2"}, "274": {"fulltext": "A v^^\\naV s-\\nK^-^ ^\u00c2\u00abt^\\n^A\\nxO", "height": "3366", "width": "2016", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0276.jp2"}, "275": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3407", "width": "1956", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0277.jp2"}, "276": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3550", "width": "2139", "jp2-path": "earlypoemsofralp00emer_0278.jp2"}}