{"1": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2761", "width": "1735", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "J", "height": "2727", "width": "1602", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2600", "width": "1592", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2600", "width": "1684", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2596", "width": "1592", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2596", "width": "1688", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2588", "width": "1592", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2592", "width": "1656", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "OEMS\\nR;- W. EMERSON.\\nBOSTON:\\nTICKNOR AND FIELDS.\\nI 865.", "height": "2592", "width": "1592", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0011.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1864, by\\nTlCKNOK AND FlELDS,\\nin the Clerk s Office of the District Court of the District of\\nMassachusetts.\\nUniversity Press:\\nWelch, Bigelow, and Company,\\nCambridge.", "height": "2600", "width": "1652", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0012.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS.\\nPage\\nHE Sphinx 7\\nEach and All 14\\nThe Problem 17\\nTo Rhea 21\\nThe Visit\\nUriel\\nThe World-Soul\\nAlphonso of Castile\\n27\\n36\\nMlTHRIDATES 41\\n43\\n45\\n48\\n5i\\n53\\nTo J. W\\nFate\\nGuy\\nTact\\nHamatreya\\nEarth-Song 55\\nGood-bye 58\\nThe Rhodora 60\\nThe Humble-Bee 62\\nBerrying .66\\nThe Snow-Storm 67", "height": "2588", "width": "1592", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0013.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "iv CONTENTS.\\nWood-Notes, 1 69\\nWood-Notes, II 78\\nMonadnoc 97\\nFable 118\\nOde 120\\nAstilea 126\\nEteenne de la Boe ce 129\\nSuUM CUIQUE IJI\\nCompensation 132\\nForbearance 133\\nThe Park 134\\nForerunners 136\\nsursum corda\\nOde to Beauty\\nGive all to Love\\nTo Ellen\\nTo Eva\\n138\\n*39\\n144\\nThe Amulet 15:\\nThine eyes still shined 152\\nEros 15:\\nHermione 15,\\nInitial, Demonic, and Celestial Love .159\\nThe Apology 18:\\nMerlin, 1 18\\nMerlin, II 18!\\nBacchus 19]\\nLoss and Gain 19J\\nMerops 197\\nThe House 198\\nSaadi 200\\nHolidays 209", "height": "2584", "width": "1660", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0014.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS. v\\nPainting and Sculpture .211\\nFrom the Persian of Hafiz 21a\\nGhaselle 220\\nXenophanes 222\\nThe Day s Ration 224\\nBlight 226\\nMusketaquid zjo\\nDirge 235\\nThrenody 239\\nHymn, sung at the Completion of the Concord\\nMonument 253", "height": "2600", "width": "1552", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0015.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2588", "width": "1656", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0016.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "POEMS.\\nTHE SPHINX.\\nHE Sphinx is drowsy,\\nHer wings are furled\\nHer ear is heavy,\\nShe broods on the world.\\nWho 11 tell me my secret,\\nThe ages have kept\\nI awaited the seer,\\nWhile they slumbered and slept\\nThe fate of the man-child\\nThe meaning of man\\nKnown fruit of the unknown\\nDaedalian plan", "height": "2588", "width": "1552", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0017.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "8 THE SPHINX.\\nOut of sleeping a waking,\\nOut of waking a sleep\\nLike death overtaking\\nDeep underneath deep\\nErect as a sunbeam,\\nUpspringeth the palm\\nThe elephant browses,\\nUndaunted and calm\\nIn beautiful motion\\nThe thrush plies his wings\\nKind leaves of his covert,\\nYour silence he sings.\\nThe waves, unashamed,\\nIn difference sweet,\\nPlay glad with the breezes,\\nOld playfellows meet\\nThe journeying atoms,\\nPrimordial wholes,\\nFirmly draw, firmly drive,\\nBy their animate poles.", "height": "2604", "width": "1680", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0018.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "THE SPHINX.\\nSea, earth, air, sound, silence,\\nPlant, quadruped, bird,\\nBy one music enchanted,\\nOne deity stirred,\\nEach the other adorning,\\nAccompany still\\nNight veileth 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": "2564", "width": "1592", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0019.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "THE SPHINX.\\nInfirm, melancholy,\\nJealous glancing around,\\nAn oaf, an accomplice,\\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 boy s bread\\nWho, with sadness and madness,\\nHas turned the man-child s head\\nI heard a poet answer,\\nAloud and cheerfully.\\nSay on, sweet Sphinx 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": "2572", "width": "1656", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0020.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "THE SPHINX.\\nThe fiend that man harries\\nIs love of the Best\\nYawns the pit of the Dragon,\\nLit by rays from the Blest.\\nThe Lethe of nature\\nCan t trance him again,\\nWhose soul sees the perfect,\\nWhich his eyes seek in vain.\\nProfounder, profounder,\\nMan s spirit must dive\\nTo his aye-rolling orbit\\nNo goal will arrive\\nThe heavens that now draw him\\nWith sweetness untold,\\nOnce found, for new heavens\\nHe spurneth the old\\nPride ruined the angels,\\nTheir shame them restores\\nAnd the joy that is sweetest\\nLurks in stings of remorse.", "height": "2584", "width": "1592", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0021.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "2 THE SPHINX.\\nHave I a lover\\nWho is noble and free\\nI would he were nobler\\nThan to love me.\\nEterne alternation\\nNow follows, now flies\\nAnd under pain, pleasure,\\nUnder pleasure, pain lies.\\nLove works at the centre,\\nHeart-heaving alway\\nForth speed the strong pulses\\nTo the borders of day.\\nDull Sphinx, Jove keep thy five wits\\nThy sight is growing blear\\nRue, myrrh, and cumin for the Sphinx\\nHer muddy eyes to clear\\nThe old Sphinx bit her thick lip,\\nSaid, Who taught thee me to name\\nI am thy spirit, yoke-fellow,\\nOf thine eye I am eyebeam.", "height": "2596", "width": "1676", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0022.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "THE SPHINX. 13\\nThou art the unanswered question\\nCouldst see thy proper eye,\\nAlway it asketh, asketh\\nAnd each answer is a lie.\\nSo take thy quest through nature,\\nIt through thousand natures ply;\\nAsk on, thou clothed eternity\\nTime is the false reply.\\nUprose the merry Sphinx,\\nAnd crouched no more in stone\\nShe melted into purple cloud,\\nShe silvered in the moon\\nShe spired into a yellow flame\\nShe flowered in blossoms red\\nShe flowed into a foaming wave\\nShe stood Monadnoc s head.\\nThorough a thousand voices\\nSpoke the universal dame\\nWho telleth one of my meanings\\nIs master of all I am.", "height": "2608", "width": "1592", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0023.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "14 EACH AND ALL.\\nEACH AND ALL.\\nTITTLE thinks, in the field, yon red-\\ncloaked clown,\\nOf thee from the hill-top looking\\ndown\\nThe heifer that lows in the upland farm,\\nFar-heard, lows not thine ear to charm\\nThe sexton, tolling his bell at noon,\\nDeems not that great Napoleon\\nStops his horse, and lists with delight,\\nWhilst his files sweep round yon Alpine\\nheight\\nNor knowest thou what argument\\nThy life to thy neighbor s creed has lent.\\nAll are needed by each one\\nNothing is fair or good alone.\\nI thought the sparrow s note from heaven,\\nSinging at dawn on the alder bough", "height": "2600", "width": "1664", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0024.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "EACH AND ALL. 15\\nI brought 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 wave\\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,\\nI 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 uproar.\\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 snow-white choir.\\nAt last she came to his hermitage,\\nLike the bird from the woodlands to the cage\\nThe gay enchantment was undone,\\nA gentle wife, but fairy none.", "height": "2608", "width": "1592", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0025.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "16 EACH AND ALL.\\nThen I said, I covet truth\\nBeauty is unripe childhood s cheat\\nI leave it behind with the games of youth.\\nAs I spoke, beneath my feet\\nThe ground-pine curled its pretty wreath,\\nRunning over the club-moss burrs\\nI inhaled the violet s breath\\nAround me stood the oaks and firs\\nPine-cones and acorns lay on the ground\\nOver me soared the eternal sky,\\nFull of light and of deity\\nAgain I saw, again I heard,\\nThe rolling river, the morning bird\\nBeauty through my senses stole\\nI yielded myself to the perfect whole.", "height": "2604", "width": "1684", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0026.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "THE PROBLEM.\\nTHE PROBLEM.\\nLIKE a church I like a cowl\\nI love a prophet of the soul\\nAnd on my heart monastic aisles\\nFall like sweet strains, or pensive smiles\\nYet not for all his 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 from lips of cunning fell\\nThe thrilling Delphic oracle\\nOut from the heart of nature rolled\\nThe burdens of the Bible old\\nThe litanies of nations came,\\nLike the volcano s tongue of flame,", "height": "2592", "width": "1592", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0027.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "1 8 THE PROBLEM.\\nUp from the burning core below,\\nThe canticles of love and woe\\nThe hand that rounded Peter s dome,\\nAnd groined the aisles of Christian Rome,\\nWrought in a sad sincerity\\nHimself from God he could not free\\nHe builded better than he knew\\nThe conscious stone to beauty grew.\\nKnow st thou what wove yon woodbird s nest\\nOf leaves, and feathers from her breast\\nOr how the fish outbuilt her shell,\\nPainting with morn each annual cell\\nOr how the sacred pine-tree adds\\nTo her old leaves new myriads\\nSuch and so grew these holy piles,\\nWhilst love and terror laid the tiles.\\nEarth proudly wears the Parthenon,\\nAs the best gem upon her zone\\nAnd Morning opes with haste her lids,\\nTo gaze upon the Pyramids\\nO er England s abbeys bends the sky,", "height": "2600", "width": "1676", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0028.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "THE PROBLEM. 19\\nAs on its friends, with kindred eye\\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 equal date\\nWith Andes and with Ararat.\\nThese temples grew as grows the grass\\nArt might obey, but not surpass.\\nThe passive Master lent his hand\\nTo the vast soul that o er him planned\\nAnd the same power that -reared the shrine,\\nBestrode the tribes that knelt within.\\nEver the fiery Pentecost\\nGirds with one flame the countless host,\\nTrances the heart through chanting choirs,\\nAnd through the priest the mind inspires.\\nThe word unto the prophet spoken\\nWas writ on tables _yet unbroken\\nThe word by seers or sibyls told,", "height": "2596", "width": "1592", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0029.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "o THE PROBLEM.\\nIn groves of oak, or fanes of gold,\\nStill floats upon the morning wind,\\nStill whispers to the willing mind.\\nOne accent of the Holy Ghost\\nThe heedless world hath never lost.\\nI know what say the fathers wise,\\nThe Book itself before me lies,\\nOld Chrysostom, best Augustine,\\nAnd he who blent both in his line,\\nThe younger Golden Lips or mines,\\nTaylor, the Shakespeare of divines.\\nHis words are music in my ear,\\nI see his cowled portrait dear\\nAnd yet, for all his faith could see,\\nI would not the good bishop be.", "height": "2608", "width": "1644", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0030.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "TO RHEA.\\nTO RHEA.\\n?HEE, dear friend, a brother soothes,\\nNot with 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": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0031.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": ":2 TO RHEA.\\nThough thou wert the loveliest\\nForm the soul had ever dressed,\\nThou shalt seem, in each reply,\\nA vixen to his altered eye\\nThy softest pleadings seem too bold,\\nThy praying lute will 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 periods\\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,\\nT is written on the iron leaf,\\nWho drinks of Cupid 1 s nectar cup,\\nLoveth downward, and not up\\nTherefore, who loves, of gods or men,", "height": "2608", "width": "1624", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0032.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "TO RHEA. 23\\nShall not by the same be loved again\\nHis sweetheart s idolatry\\nFalls, in turn, a new degree.\\nWhen a god is once beguiled\\nBy beauty of a mortal child,\\nAnd by her radiant youth delighted,\\nHe is not fooled, but warily knoweth\\nHis love shall never be requited.\\nAnd thus the wise Immortal doeth.\\nT is 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\\nSaying, Hearken Earth, Sea, Air\\nThis monument of my despair\\nBuild I to the All- Good, All- Fair.", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0033.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "24 TO RHEA.\\nNot for a private good,\\nBut I, from my beatitude,\\nAlbeit scorned as none was 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 I pawn 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": "2608", "width": "1592", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0034.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "THE VISIT. 25\\nTHE VISIT.\\n|SKEST, How long thou shalt\\nstay\\nDevastator of the day\\nKnow, each substance, and relation,\\nThorough nature s operation,\\nHath its unit, bound, and metre\\nAnd every new compound\\nIs some product and repeater,\\nProduct of the earlier 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.\\nRiding on the ray of sight,\\nMore fleet than waves or whirlwinds go,", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0035.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "26 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 be church or state,\\nFrugal multiples of that.\\nSpeeding Saturn cannot halt\\nLinger, thou shalt rue the fault\\nIf Love his moment overstay,\\nHatred s swift repulsions play.", "height": "2608", "width": "1620", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0036.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "URIEL. 27\\nURIEL.\\nT fell in the ancient periods\\nWhich the 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 was evident.\\nThe young deities discussed\\nLaws of form, and metre just,\\nOrb, quintessence, and sunbeams,\\nWhat subsisteth, and what seems.\\nOne, with low tones that decide,\\nAnd doubt and reverend use defied,", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0037.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "28 URIEL.\\nWith a look that 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 will bless, and ice will burn.\\nAs Uriel spoke with piercing eye,\\nA shudder ran around the sky\\nThe stern old war-gods shook their heads\\nThe seraphs frowned from myrtle-beds\\nSeemed to the holy festival\\nThe rash word boded ill to all\\nThe balance-beam of Fate was bent\\nThe bounds of good and ill were rent\\nStrong Hades could not keep his own,\\nBut all slid to confusion.\\nA sad self-knowledge, withering, fell\\nOn the beauty of Uriel\\nIn heaven once eminent, the god", "height": "2608", "width": "1592", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0038.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "URIEL. 29\\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 feebler sight.\\nStraightway, a forgetting wind\\nStole over the celestial kind,\\nAnd their lips the secret kept,\\nIf in ashes the fire-seed slept.\\nBut now and then, truth-speaking things\\nShamed the angels veiling wings\\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 born,\\nCame Uriel s voice of cherub scorn,\\nAnd a blush tinged the upper sky,\\nAnd the gods shook, they knew not why.\\nI", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0039.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "3Q THE WORLD-SOUL.\\nTHE WORLD-SOUL.\\nj|HANKS to the morning light,\\nThanks to the foaming sea,\\nTo the uplands of New- Hampshire,\\nTo the green-haired forest free\\nThanks to each man of courage,\\nTo the maids of holy mind\\nTo the boy with his games undaunted,\\nWho never looks behind.\\nCities of proud hotels,\\nHouses of rich and great,\\nVice nestles in your chambers,\\nBeneath your roofs of slate.\\nIt cannot conquer folly,\\nTime-and-space-conquering steam,\\nAnd the light-outspeeding telegraph\\nBears nothing on its beam.", "height": "2608", "width": "1592", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0040.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "THE WORLD-SOUL.\\nThe politics are base\\nThe letters do not cheer\\nAnd t is far in the deeps of history,\\nThe voice that speaketh clear.\\nTrade and the streets ensnare us,\\nOur bodies are weak and worn\\nWe plot and corrupt each other,\\nAnd we despoil the unborn.\\nYet there in the parlor sits\\nSome figure of noble guise,\\nOur angel, in a stranger s form,\\nOr woman s pleading eyes\\nOr only a flashing sunbeam\\nIn at the window-pane\\nOr Music pours on mortals\\nIts beautiful disdain.\\nThe inevitable morning\\nFinds them who in cellars be\\nAnd be sure the all-loving Nature\\nWill smile in a factory.", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0041.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "32 THE WORLD-SOUL.\\nYon ridge of purple landscape,\\nYon sky between the walls,\\nHold all the hidden wonders,\\nIn scanty intervals.\\nAlas the Sprite that haunts us\\nDeceives our rash desire\\nIt whispers of the glorious gods,\\nAnd leaves us in the mire.\\nWe cannot learn the cipher\\nThat s writ upon our cell\\nStars help us by a mystery\\nWhich we could never spell.\\nIf but one hero knew it,\\nThe world would blush in flame\\nThe sage, till he hit the secret,\\nWould hang his head for shame.\\nBut our brothers have not read it,\\nNot one has found the key\\nAnd henceforth we are comforted,\\nWe are but such as they.", "height": "2632", "width": "1592", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0042.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "THE WORLD- SOUL. 33\\nStill, still the secret presses\\nThe nearing clouds draw down\\nThe crimson morning flames into\\nThe fopperies of the town.\\nWithin, without the idle earth,\\nStars weave eternal rings\\nThe sun himself shines heartily,\\nAnd shares the joy he brings.\\nAnd what if Trade sow cities\\nLike shells along the shore,\\nAnd thatch with towns the prairie broad,\\nWith railways ironed o er\\nThey are but sailing foam-bells\\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.\\n3", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0043.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "34 THE WORLD-SOUL.\\nThe patient Daemon sits,\\nWith roses and a shroud\\nHe has his way, and deals his gifts,\\nBut ours is not allowed.\\nHe is no churl nor trifler,\\nAnd his viceroy is none,\\nLove-without-weakness,\\nOf Genius sire and son.\\nAnd his will is not thwarted\\nThe seeds of land and sea\\nAre the atoms of his body bright,\\nAnd his behest obey.\\nHe serveth the servant,\\nThe brave he loves amain\\nHe kills the cripple and the sick,\\nAnd straight begins again.\\nFor gods delight in gods,\\nAnd thrust the weak aside\\nTo him who scorns their charities,\\nTheir arms fly open wide.", "height": "2640", "width": "1592", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0044.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "THE WORLD-SOUL. 35\\nWhen the old world is sterile,\\nAnd the ages are effete,\\nHe will from wrecks and sediment\\nThe fairer world complete.\\nHe forbids to despair\\nHis cheeks mantle with mirth\\nAnd the unimagined good of men\\nIs yeaning at the birth.\\nSpring still makes spring in the mind,\\nWhen sixty years are told\\nLove wakes anew this throbbing heart,\\nAnd we are never old.\\nOver the winter glaciers,\\nI see the summer glow,\\nAnd, through the wild-piled snowdrift,\\nThe warm rosebuds below.", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0045.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "36 ALPHONSO OF CASTILE.\\nALPHONSO OF CASTILE.\\nALPHONSO, live and learn,\\nSeeing Nature go astern.\\nThings deteriorate in kind\\nLemons run 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 with a spot\\nT will not now avail to tan\\nOrange cheek or skin of man.\\nRoses bleach, the goats are dry,\\nLisbon quakes, the people cry.\\nYon pale, scrawny fisher fools,\\nGaunt as bitterns in the pools,", "height": "2636", "width": "1592", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0046.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "ALPHONSO OF CASTILE. 37\\nAre no brothers of my blood\\nThey discredit Adamhood.\\nEyes of gods ye must have seen,\\nO er your ramparts as ye lean,\\nThe general debility\\nOf genius the sterility\\nMighty projects countermanded\\nRash ambition, brokenhanded\\nPuny man and scentless rose\\nTormenting Pan to double the dose.\\nRebuild or ruin either fill\\nOf vital force the wasted rill,\\nOr tumble all again in heap\\nTo weltering chaos and to sleep.\\nSay, Seigniors, are the old Niles dry,\\nWhich fed the veins of earth and sky,\\nThat mortals miss the loyal heats,\\nWhich drove them erst to social feats\\nNow, to a savage selfhess grown,\\nThink nature barely serves for one", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0047.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "38 ALPHONSO OF CASTILE.\\nWith science poorly mask their hurt,\\nAnd vex the gods with question pert,\\nImmensely curious whether you\\nStill are rulers, or mildew\\nMasters, I m in pain with you\\nMasters, I 11 be plain with 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 want a drop of rain,\\nHear the sentiment of Spain.\\nYou have tried famine no more try it\\nPly us now with a full diet\\nTeach your pupils now with plenty\\nFor one sun supply us twenty.\\nI have thought it thoroughly over,\\nState of hermit, state of lover", "height": "2636", "width": "1592", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0048.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "ALPHONSO OF CASTILE. 39\\nWe must have society.\\nWe cannot spare variety.\\nHear you, then, celestial fellows\\nFits not to be over-zealous\\nSteads not to work on the clean jump,\\nNor wine nor brains perpetual pump.\\nMen and gods are too extense\\nCould you slacken and condense\\nYour rank overgrowths reduce\\nTill your kinds abound with juice\\nEarth, crowded, cries, Too many men J\\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 brains 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,\\nNo faster than his planted trees,", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0049.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "4 o ALPHONSO OF CASTILE.\\nHe may, by warrant 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": "2636", "width": "1560", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0050.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "MITHRIDA TES.\\nMITHRIDATES.\\nCANNOT spare water or wine,\\nTobacco-leaf, or poppy, or rose\\nFrom the earth-poles to the line,\\nAll between that works or grows,\\nEverything 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.", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0051.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "42 M1THRIDA TES.\\nIvy for my fillet band\\nBlinding dog- wood in my hand\\nHemlock for my sherbet cull me,\\nAnd the prussic juice to lull me\\nSwing me in the upas boughs,\\nVampyre-fanned, when I carouse.\\n.Too long shut in strait and few,\\nThinly dieted on dew,\\nI will use the world, 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,\\nReputed wrongs and braggart rights,\\nSmug routine, and things allowed,\\nMinorities, things under cloud\\nHither take me, use me, fill me,\\nVein and artery, though ye kill me\\nGod I will not be an owl,\\nBut sun me in the Capitol.", "height": "2632", "width": "1552", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0052.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "TO J. W. 43\\nTO J. W.\\nET not thy foot on graves\\nHear what wine and roses say\\nThe mountain chase, the summer\\nwaves,\\nThe crowded town, thy feet may well delay.\\nSet not 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,", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0053.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "44 TO J. W.\\nHis sheet of lead,\\nAnd trophies buried\\nGo, get them where he earned them when\\nalive\\nAs resolutely dig or dive.\\nLife is too short to waste\\nIn critic peep or cynic bark,\\nQuarrel or reprimand\\nT will soon be dark\\nUp mind thine own aim, and\\nGod speed the mark", "height": "2608", "width": "1592", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0054.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "FA TE. 45\\nFATE.\\nJ] HAT you are fair or wise is vain,\\nOr strong, or rich, or generous\\nYou must have also the untaught\\nstrain\\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\\nBut 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\\nWhat all the goods thy pride which lift,", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0055.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "46 FA TE.\\nIf thou pine for another s gift\\nAlas that one is born in blight,\\nVictim of perpetual slight\\nWhen thou lookest on his face,\\nThy heart saith, Brother, go thy ways\\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,\\nBut whether it dazzle me with light.\\nI care not how you are dressed,", "height": "2636", "width": "1592", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0056.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "FA TE. 47\\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": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0057.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "4 8 GUY.\\nGUY.\\n\u00c2\u00a3|ORTAL mixed of middle clay,\\nAttempered to the night and day,\\nInterchangeable with things,\\nNeeds no amulets nor rings.\\nGuy possessed the talisman\\nThat all things from him began\\nAnd as, of old, Poly crates\\nChained the sunshine and the breeze,\\nSo did Guy betimes discover\\nFortune was his guard and lover\\nIn strange junctures, felt, with awe,\\nHis own 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.", "height": "2640", "width": "1592", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0058.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "GUY. 4\\nIn the street, if he turned round,\\nHis eye the eye t was seeking found.\\nIt seemed his Genius discreet\\nWorked on the Maker s own receipt,\\nAnd made each tide and element\\nStewards of stipend and of rent\\nSo that the common waters fell\\nAs costly wine into his well.\\nHe had so sped his wise affairs\\nThat he caught Nature in his snares\\nEarly or late, the falling rain\\nArrived in time to swell his grain\\nStream could not so perversely wind\\nBut corn of Guy s was there to grind\\nThe siroc found it on its way,\\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\\nFrom plum-trees vegetable gold\\n4", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0059.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "50 GUY.\\nAnd all the hours of the year\\nWith their own harvest honored were.\\nThere was no frost but welcome came,\\nNor freshet, nor midsummer flame.\\nBelonged to wind and world the toil\\nAnd venture, and to Guy the oil.", "height": "2636", "width": "1592", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0060.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "TACT.\\nTACT.\\npHAT 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 danger\\nWas saved by the swain\\nHis stout arm restored her\\nTo Broadway again.\\nThe maid would reward him,\\nGay company come,", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0061.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "52 TACT.\\nThey laugh, she laughs with them\\nHe is moonstruck and dumb.\\nThis clinches 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, market, and tavern,\\nBed and board, it will sway.\\nIt has no to-morrow\\nIt ends with to-day.", "height": "2608", "width": "1592", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0062.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "HAMATREYA.\\n53\\nHAMATREYA.\\nINOTT, Lee,Willard, Hosmer, Mer-\\niam, Flint,\\nPossessed the land which rendered\\nto their toil\\nHay, corn, roots, hemp, flax, apples, wool,\\nand wood.\\nEach of these landlords walked amidst his\\n.farm,\\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\\nhill!\\nI fancy these pure waters and the flags\\nKnow me, as does my dog we sympathize\\nAnd, I affirm, my actions smack of the soil.", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0063.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "54 HAMATREYA.\\nWhere are these men Asleep beneath their\\ngrounds\\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 do-\\nmain.\\nThis suits me for a pasture that s my\\npark\\nWe must have clay, lime, gravel, granite-\\nledge,\\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\\nand back,", "height": "2636", "width": "1592", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0064.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "HAMATREYA. 55\\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\\nEARTH-SONG.\\n1 Mine 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,", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0065.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "56 HAMATREYA.\\nTo them, and to their heirs\\nWho shall succeed,\\nWithout fail,\\nForevermore.\\nHere is the land,\\nShaggy with wood,\\nWith its old valley,\\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?", "height": "2636", "width": "1592", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0066.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "HAMATREYA.\\nWhen I heard the Earth-song,\\nI was no longer brave\\nMy avarice cooled\\nLike lust in the chill of the grave.\\n57", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0067.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "58 GOOD-BYE.\\nGOOD-BYE.\\nOOD-BYE, proud world I m going\\nhome:\\nThou art not my friend, and I m\\nnot 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-bye 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-bye, proud world I m going home.", "height": "2636", "width": "1592", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0068.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "GOOD-BYE. 59\\nI am going to my own hearth-stone,\\nBosomed in yon green hills 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 vulgar feet have never trod\\nA spot that is sacred to thought and God.\\nO, when I am safe in my sylvan home,\\nI tread on the pride of Greece and Rome\\nAnd when I am stretched beneath the pines,\\nWhere the evening star so holy shines,\\nI laugh at the lore and the pride of man,\\nAt the sophist schools, and the learned clan\\nFor what are they all, in their high conceit,\\nWhen man in the bush with God may meet", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0069.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "60 THE RHODORA.\\nTHE RHODORA:\\nON BEING ASKED, WHENCE IS THE FLOWER?\\nN May, when sea-winds pierced our\\nsolitudes,\\nI found the fresh Rhodora in the\\nwoods,\\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", "height": "2608", "width": "1560", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0070.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "THE RHODORA.\\n61\\nWhy thou wert there, 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": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0071.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "62 THE HUMBLE-BEE.\\nTHE HUMBLE-BEE.\\n[jURLY, dozing humble-bee,\\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\\nZigzag 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", "height": "2640", "width": "1592", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0072.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "THE HUMBLE-BEE. 63\\nWait, I prithee, till I come\\nWithin earshot 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,\\nRover of the underwoods,\\nThe green silence dost displace\\nWith thy mellow, breezy bass.\\nHot midsummer s petted crone,\\nSweet to me thy drowsy tone\\nTells of countless sunny hours,\\nLong days, and solid banks of flowers", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0073.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "64 THE HUMBLE-BEE.\\nOf gulfs of sweetness without bound\\nIn Indian wildernesses found\\nOf Syrian peace, immortal leisure,\\nFirmest cheer, and bird-like pleasure.\\nAught unsavory or unclean\\nHath my insect never seen j\\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, adder s-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,", "height": "2636", "width": "1592", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0074.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "THE HUMBLE-BEE. 65\\nThou dost mock at fate and care,\\nLeave the chaff, and take the wheat.\\nWhen the fierce northwestern blast\\nCools sea and land so far and fast,\\nThou already slumberest deep\\nWoe and want thou canst outsleep\\nWant and woe, which torture us,\\nThy sleep makes ridiculous.", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0075.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "66\\nBERRYING.\\nBERRYING.\\nAY be true what I had heard,\\nEarth s a howling wilderness,\\nTruculent with fraud and force,\\nSaid I, strolling through the pastures,\\nAnd along the river-side.\\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, i And didst thou deem\\nNo wisdom to our berries went", "height": "2640", "width": "1556", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0076.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "THE SNOW-STORM. 67\\nTHE SNOW-STORM.\\nANNOUNCED by all the trumpets\\nof the sky,\\nArrives the snow, and, driving o er\\nthe 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 sled and traveller stopped, 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", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0077.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "68 THE SNOW-STORM.\\nFurnished with tile, the fierce artificer\\nCurves his white bastions with projected roof\\nRound every windward stake, or tree, or\\ndoor.\\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 form 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": "2636", "width": "1552", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0078.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "WOOD-NOTES. 69\\nWOOD-NOTES.\\nI.\\n1.\\nOR this present, hard\\nIs the fortune of the bard,\\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\\nCassar of his leafy Rome,\\nThere the poet is at home.\\nHe goes to the river-side,\\nNot hook nor line hath he\\nHe stands in the meadows wide,\\nNor gun nor scythe to see", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0079.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "70 WOOD-NOTES.\\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 this man prizes best\\nSeems fantastic to the rest\\nPondering shadows, colors, clouds,\\nGrass-buds, and caterpillar-shrouds,\\nBoughs on which the wild bees settle,\\nTints that spot the violet s petal,\\nWhy Nature loves the number five,\\nAnd why the star-form she repeats\\nLover of all things alive,\\nWonderer at all he meets,", "height": "2644", "width": "1548", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0080.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "WOOD-NOTES. 7\\nWonderer chiefly at himself,\\nWho can tell him what he is\\nOr how meet in human elf\\nComing and past eternities\\n2.\\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,\\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.", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0081.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "72 WOOD-NOTES.\\nIt seemed as if the breezes brought him\\nIt seemed as if the sparrows taught him\\nAs if by secret sight he knew\\nWhere, in far fields, the orchis grew.\\nMany haps fall in the field\\nSeldom seen by wishful 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,\\nWas showed to this philosopher,\\nAnd at his bidding seemed to come.\\n3-\\nIn unploughed Maine he sought the lumber-\\ners gang\\nWhere from a hundred lakes young rivers\\nsprang", "height": "2632", "width": "1548", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0082.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "WOOD-NOTES. 73\\nHe trode the implanted forest floor, whereon\\nThe all-seeing sun for ages hath not shone\\nWhere feeds the moose, and walks the surly\\nbear,\\nAnd up the tall mast runs the woodpecker.\\nHe saw beneath dim aisles, in odorous\\nbeds,\\nThe slight Linnsea hang its twin-born heads,\\nAnd blessed the monument of the man of\\nflowers,\\nWhich breathes his sweet fame through the\\nnorthern bowers.\\nHe heard, when in the grove, at intervals,\\nWith sudden roar the aged pine-tree falls,\\nOne crash, the death-hymn of the perfect\\ntree,\\nDeclares the close of its green century.\\nLow lies the plant to whose creation went\\nSweet influence from every element\\nWhose living towers the years conspired to\\nbuild,\\nWhose giddy top the morning loved to gild.", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0083.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "74 WOOD-NOTES.\\nThrough these green tents, by eldest Nature\\ndressed,\\nHe roamed, content alike with man and\\nbeast.\\nWhere darkness found him he lay glad at\\nnight\\nThere the red morning touched him with its\\nlight.\\nThree moons his great heart him a hermit\\nmade,\\nSo long he roved at will the boundless shade.\\nThe timid it concerns to ask their way\\nAnd fear what foe in caves and swamps can\\nstray,\\nTo make no step until the event is known,\\nAnd ills to come as evils past bemoan.\\nNot so the wise no coward watch he\\nkeeps\\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", "height": "2608", "width": "1556", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0084.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "WOOD-NOTES. 75\\nWhere his clear spirit leads him, there s his\\nroad,\\nBy God s own light illumined and fore-\\nshowed.\\n4-\\nT was 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\\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.", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0085.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "76 WOOD-NOTES.\\nHe was 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\\nand wide\\nI found the water s bed.\\nThe watercourses were my guide\\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\\nThe falling waters led me,\\nThe foodful waters fed me,\\nAnd brought me to the lowest land,\\nUnerring to the ocean sand.", "height": "2636", "width": "1548", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0086.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "WOOD-NOTES. 77\\nThe moss upon the forest bark\\nWas pole-star when 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,\\nT will be time enough to die\\nThen will yet my mother yield\\nA pillow in her greenest field,\\nNor the June flowers scorn to cover\\nThe clay of their departed lover.", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0087.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "78 WOOD-NOTES.\\nWOOD-NOTES.\\nII.\\n^S sunbeams strea?n through liberal\\nspace,\\nAnd nothing jostle or displace,\\nSo waved 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 aught of us", "height": "2608", "width": "1552", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0088.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "WOOD-NOTES. 79\\nOld as Jove,\\nOld as Love,\\nWho 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\\nThe tree confined the roving sand,", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0089.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "80 WOOD-NOTES.\\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 or 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\\nThe lord is hay, the peasant grass,\\nOne dry, and one the living tree.", "height": "2640", "width": "1592", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0090.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "WOOD-NOTES. 81\\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 chariot and his care\\nMy twilight 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 wild-eyed boy, who in the woods\\nChants his hymn to hills and floods,\\nWhom the city s poisoning spleen\\nMade not pale, or fat, or lean\\nWhom the rain and the wind purgeth,\\nWhom the dawn and the day-star urgeth,\\nIn whose cheek the rose-leaf blusheth,\\nIn whose feet tl\\\\e lion rusheth,\\n6", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0091.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "82 WOOD-NOTES.\\nIron arms, and iron mould,\\nThat know not fear, fatigue, 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 dwellers with the pine\\nDominion o er the palm and vine.\\nWestward I ope the forest gates,\\nThe train along the railroad skates\\nIt leaves the land behind like ages past,\\nThe foreland flows to it in river fast\\nMissouri I have made a mart,\\nI teach Iowa 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\\nWill swell and rise with wonted grace\\nBut when it seeks enlarged supplies,\\nThe orphan of the forest dies.", "height": "2656", "width": "1548", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0092.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "WOOD-NOTES. 83\\nWhoso walketh 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\\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", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0093.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "84 WOOD-NOTES.\\nThe mounting sap, the shells, the sea,\\nAll spheres, all stones, his helpers be\\nHe shall never be old\\nNor his fate shall be foretold\\nHe shall 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 forbear,\\nThough thou lie alone on the ground.\\nThe robe of silk in which she shines,\\nIt was woven of many sins\\nAnd the shreds\\nWhich she sheds\\nIn the wearing of the same,\\nShall be grief on grief,\\nAnd shame on shame.", "height": "2636", "width": "1592", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0094.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "WOOD-NOTES. 85\\nHeed the old oracles,\\nPonder my spells\\nSong wakes in my pinnacles\\nWhen the wind swells.\\nSoundeth the prophetic wind,\\nThe shadows shake on the rock behind,\\nAnd the countless leaves of the pine are\\nstrings\\nTuned to the lay the wood-god sings.\\nHearken Hearken\\nIf thou wouldst know the mystic song\\nChanted when the sphere was young.\\nAloft, abroad, the paean swells\\nO wise man hear st thou half it tells\\nO wise man hear st thou the least part\\nT is the chronicle of art.\\nTo the open ear it sings\\nSweet the genesis of things,\\nOf tendency through endless ages,\\nOf star-dust, and star-pilgrimages,\\nOf rounded worlds, of space and time,\\nOf the old flood s subsiding slime,", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0095.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "86 WOOD-NOTES.\\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.\\nO, listen to the undersong\\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.\\nO mortal thy ears are stones\\nThese echoes are laden with tones\\nWhich only the pure can hear\\nThou canst not catch what they recite\\nOf Fate and Will, of Want and Right,", "height": "2648", "width": "1544", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0096.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "WOOD-NOTES. 87\\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 weave 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\\nTo every soul it soundeth clear\\nIn a voice of solemn cheer,\\nAm I not thine Are not these thine\\nAnd they reply, Forever mine\\nMy branches speak Italian,\\nEnglish, German, Basque, Castilian,", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0097.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "88 WOOD-NOTES.\\nMountain speech to Highlanders,\\nOcean tongues to islanders,\\nTo Fin, and Lap, and swart Malay,\\nTo each his bosom secret say.\\nCome learn with me the fatal song\\nWhich knits the world in music strong,\\nWhereto every bosom dances,\\nKindled with courageous fancies.\\nCome lift thine eyes to lofty rhymes,\\nOf things with things, of times with 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.\\nFor Nature beats in perfect tune,\\nAnd rounds with rhyme her every rune,\\nWhether she work in land or sea,\\nOr hide underground her alchemy.\\nThou canst not wave thy staff in air,\\nOr dip thy paddle in the lake,\\nBut it carves the bow of beauty there,\\nAnd the ripples in rhymes the oar forsake.", "height": "2640", "width": "1548", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0098.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "WOOD-NOTES. 89\\nThe wood is wiser far than thou\\nThe wood and wave each other know.\\nNot unrelated, unaffied,\\nBut to each thought and thing allied,\\nIs perfect Nature s every part,\\nRooted in the mighty Heart.\\nBut thou, poor child unbound, unrhymed,\\nWhence earnest thou, misplaced, mistimed\\nWhence, O thou orphan and defrauded\\nIs thy land peeled, thy realm marauded\\nWho thee divorced, deceived, and left\\nThee of thy faith who hath bereft,\\nAnd torn the ensigns from thy brow,\\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 may st divine.", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0099.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "9Q WOOD-NOTES.\\nWhen thou shalt climb the mountain cliff,\\nOr see the wide 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,\\nAnd fate, and practice, and invention,\\nStrong art, and beautiful pretension,\\nThis radiant pomp of sun and star,\\nThroes that were, and worlds that are,\\nBehold were in vain and in vain\\nIt cannot be, I will look again\\nSurely now will the curtain rise,\\nAnd earth s fit tenant me surprise\\nBut the curtain doth ?wt rise,", "height": "2648", "width": "1544", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0100.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "WOOD-NOTES.\\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\\nI will be thy companion.\\nLet thy friends be as the dead in doom,\\nAnd build to them a final tomb\\nLet the starred shade that nightly 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", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0101.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "92 WOOD-NOTES.\\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 fino!\\nIts way up to the cloud and wind\\nThe shadow sits close to the flying ball\\nThe date fails not on the palm-tree tall\\nAnd thou, go burn thy wormy pages,\\nShalt outsee seers, and outwit sages.\\nOft didst thou thread the woods in vain\\nTo find what bird had piped the strain\\nSeek not, and the little eremite\\nFlies gayly forth and sings in sight.", "height": "2640", "width": "1540", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0102.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "WOOD-NOTES. 93\\nHearken once more\\nI will tell thee 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.\\nTrenchant time behooves to hurry\\nAll to yean and all to bury\\nAll the forms are fugitive,\\nBut the substances survive.\\nEver fresh the broad creation,\\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 sound, and light was none\\nAnd God said, Throb and there was\\nmotion,\\nAnd the vast mass became vast ocean.\\nOnward and on, the eternal Pan,\\nWho layeth the world s incessant plan,", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0103.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "94 WOOD-NOTES.\\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 bundle 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,\\nMaker and original.\\nThe world is the ring 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.\\nWith one drop sheds form and feature\\nWith the second a special nature", "height": "2644", "width": "1540", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0104.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": "WOOD-NOTES. 95\\nThe third adds heat s indulgent spark\\nThe fourth gives light which eats the dark\\nInto the fifth himself he flings,\\nAnd conscious Law is King of kings.\\nPleaseth him, the Eternal Child,\\nTo play his sweet will, glad and wild\\nAs the bee through the garden ranges,\\nFrom world to world the godhead changes\\nAs the sheep go feeding in the waste,\\nFrom form to form he maketh haste\\nThis vault which glows immense with light\\nIs the inn where he lodges for a night.\\nWhat recks such Traveller if the bowers\\nWhich bloom and fade like meadow 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", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0105.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "96 WOOD-NOTES.\\nThou askest in fountains and in fires,\\njie 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": "2640", "width": "1548", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0106.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "MONAD NO C. 97\\nMONADNOC.\\n[jHOUSAND minstrels woke within\\nme,\\nOur music s in the hills\\nGayest pictures rose to win me,\\nLeopard-colored rills.\\nUp If thou knew st who calls\\nTo twilight parks of beech and pine,\\nHigh over the river intervals,\\nAbove the ploughman s highest line,\\nOver the owner s farthest walls\\nUp where the airy citadel\\nO erlooks the surging landscape s swell\\nLet not unto the stones the Day\\nHer lily and rose, her sea and land display.\\nRead the celestial sign\\nLo the south answers to the north\\nBookworm, break this sloth urbane\\n7", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0107.jp2"}, "106": {"fulltext": "98 MONADNOC.\\nA greater spirit bids thee forth\\nThan the gray dreams which thee detain.\\nMark how the climbing Oreads\\nBeckon thee to their arcades\\nYouth,- for a moment free as they,\\nTeach thy feet to feel the ground,\\nEre yet arrives the wintry day\\nWhen Time thy feet has bound.\\nTake the bounty of thy birth,\\nTaste the lordship of the earth.\\nI heard, and I obeyed,\\nAssured that he who made the claim,\\nWell known, 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\\nTo all the dwellers in the plains", "height": "2636", "width": "1552", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0108.jp2"}, "107": {"fulltext": "MONADNOC. 99\\nRound about, a hundred miles,\\nWith salutation to the sea, and to the border-\\ning isles.\\nIn his own loom s garment dressed,\\nBy his proper bounty blessed,\\nFast abides this constant giver,\\nPouring many a cheerful river\\nTo far eyes, an aerial isle\\nUnploughed, which finer spirits pile,\\nWhich morn and crimson evening paint\\nFor bard, for lover, and for saint\\nThe people s pride, the country s core,\\nInspirer, prophet evermore\\nPillar which God aloft had set\\nSo that men might it not forget\\nIt should be their life s ornament,\\nAnd mix itself with each event\\nThis their calendar and dial,\\nWeatherglass and chemic phial,\\nGarden of berries, perch of birds,\\nPasture of pool-haunting herds,", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0109.jp2"}, "108": {"fulltext": "ioo MONADNOC.\\nGraced by each change of sum untold,\\nEarth-baking heat, stone-cleaving cold.\\nThe Titan heeds his sky-affairs,\\nRich rents and wide alliance shares\\nMysteries of color daily laid\\nBy the sun in light and shade\\nAnd sweet varieties of chance,\\nAnd the mystic seasons dance\\nAnd thief-like step of liberal hours\\nThawing snow-drift into flowers.\\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\\nWoe is me for my hope s downfall\\nIs yonder squalid peasant all", "height": "2636", "width": "1592", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0110.jp2"}, "109": {"fulltext": "MONAD-NOC.\\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 wolf 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 well,\\nAnd what obedient Nature can\\nIs this colossal talisman\\nKindly to creature, blood, and kind,\\nYet speechless to the master s mind\\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\\nBards, Roys, Scanderbegs, and Tells.", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0111.jp2"}, "110": {"fulltext": "102 MONADNOC.\\nHere Nature shall condense her powers,\\nHer music, and her meteors,\\nAnd lifting man to the blue deep\\nWhere stars their perfect courses keep,\\nLike wise preceptor, 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,\\nRear 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\\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 churls the mountain folk,", "height": "2648", "width": "1540", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0112.jp2"}, "111": {"fulltext": "MONAD NOC. 103\\nIn tavern cheer and tavern joke,\\nSink, mountain, in the swamp\\nHide in thy skies, O sovereign lamp\\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,\\nCoarse and boisterous, yet mild,\\nStrong as giant, slow as child,\\nSmoking in a squalid room\\nWhere yet the westland breezes 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", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0113.jp2"}, "112": {"fulltext": "104 MONADNOC.\\nAnd well the youngest can command\\nHoney from the frozen land\\nWith sweet hay the wild 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 sweet maple juice in vats.\\nNo bird is safe that cuts the air\\nFrom their rifle or their snare\\nNo fish, in river or in lake,\\nBut their long hands it thence will take\\nAnd the country s flinty face,\\nLike wax, their fashioning skill betrays,\\nTo fill the hollows, sink the hills,\\nBridge gulfs, drain swamps, build dams and\\nmills,\\nAnd fit the bleak and howling place\\nFor gardens of a finer race.\\nThe World-soul knows his own affair,\\nForelooking, when he would prepare", "height": "2640", "width": "1540", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0114.jp2"}, "113": {"fulltext": "MO NAD NO C. 105\\nFor the next ages, men of mould\\nWell embodied, well ensouled,\\nHe cools the present s fiery glow,\\nSets the life-pulse strong but slow\\nBitter winds and fasts austere\\nHis quarantines and grottos, where\\nHe slowly cures decrepit flesh,\\nAnd brings it infantile and fresh.\\nThese exercises are the toys\\nAnd games to breathe his stalwart boys\\nThey bide their time, and well can prove,\\nIf need were, their line from Jove\\nOf the same stuff, and so allayed,\\nAs that whereof the sun is made,\\nAnd of the fibre, quick and strong,\\nWhose throbs are love, whose thrills are song.\\nNow in sordid weeds they sleep,\\nIn dulness now their secret keep\\nYet, will you learn our ancient speech,\\nThese the masters who can teach.", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0115.jp2"}, "114": {"fulltext": "106 MONADNOC.\\nFourscore or a hundred words\\nAll their vocal muse affords\\nBut they turn them in a fashion\\nPast clerks or statesmen s art or passion.\\nI can spare the college bell,\\nAnd the learned lecture, well\\nSpare the clergy and libraries,\\nInstitutes and dictionaries,\\nFor that hardy English root\\nThrives here, unvalued, underfoot.\\nRude poets of the tavern hearth,\\nSquandering your unquoted mirth,\\nWhich keeps the ground, and never soars,\\nWhile Jake retorts, and Reuben roars\\nScoff of yeoman strong and stark,\\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,\\nNaught the mountain yields thereof,\\nBut savage health and sinews tough.", "height": "2636", "width": "1548", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0116.jp2"}, "115": {"fulltext": "MO^ADNOC. 107\\nOn the summit as I stood,\\nO er the 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,\\nUnder clouds, my lonely head,\\nOld as the 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 wouldst be my companion,\\nWhere I gaze, and still shall gaze,\\nThrough tempering nights and flashing days,\\nWhen forests fall and man is gone,", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0117.jp2"}, "116": {"fulltext": "108 MONADNOC.\\nOver tribes and over times,\\nAt the burning Lyre,\\nNearing me,\\nWith its stars of northern fire,\\nIn many a thousand years\\nAh welcome, if thou bring\\nMy secret in thy brain\\nTo mountain-top may Muse s wing\\nWith good allowance strain.\\nGentle 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.\\nT is the law of bush and stone,\\nEach can only take his own.\\nLet him heed who can and will\\nEnchantment fixed me here\\nTo stand the hurts of time, until\\nIn mightier chant I disappear.", "height": "2632", "width": "1540", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0118.jp2"}, "117": {"fulltext": "MONADNOC. 109\\nIf thou trowest\\nHow the chemic eddies play,\\nPole to pole, and what they say\\nAnd that these gray crags\\nNot on crags are hung,\\nBut beads are of a rosary\\nOn prayer and music strung\\nAnd, credulous, through the granite seeming,\\nSeest the smile of Reason beaming\\nCan thy style-discerning eye\\nThe hidden-working Builder spy,\\nWho builds, 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.", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0119.jp2"}, "118": {"fulltext": "no MONADNOC.\\nOrb and atom forth they prance,\\nWhen they hear from far the rune\\nNone so backward in the troop,\\nWhen the music and the dance\\nReach his place and circumstance,\\nBut knows the sun-creating sound,\\nAnd, though a pyramid, will bound.\\nMonadnoc is a mountain strong,\\nTall and good my kind among\\nBut well I know, no mountain can\\nMeasure with a perfect man.\\nFor it is on zodiacs writ,\\nAdamant is soft to wit\\nAnd when the greater comes again\\nWith my secret in his brain,\\nI shall pass, as glides my shadow\\nDaily over hill and meadow.\\nThrough all time, in light, in gloom,\\nWell I hear the approaching feet\\nOn the flinty pathway beat", "height": "2640", "width": "1548", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0120.jp2"}, "119": {"fulltext": "MONADNOC. i]\\nOf him that cometh, and shall come\\nOf him who shall as lightly bear\\nMy daily load of woods and streams,\\nAs doth this 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,\\nAnd all town-sprinkled lands that be,\\nSailing through stars with all their history.\\ni Every morn I lift my head,\\nGaze o er New England underspread,\\nSouth from Saint Lawrence to the Sound,\\nFrom Katskill 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 string Monadnoc like a bead.\\nComes that cheerful troubadour,\\nThis mound shall throb his face before,", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0121.jp2"}, "120": {"fulltext": "U2 MONADNOC.\\nAs when, with inward fires and pain,\\nIt rose a bubble from the plain.\\nWhen he cometh, I shall shed,\\nFrom this wellspring 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.\\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.", "height": "2636", "width": "1548", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0122.jp2"}, "121": {"fulltext": "MONADNOC. 113\\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,\\nBead-eyes my granite chaos show,\\nAnd my midsummer snow\\nOpen the daunting map beneath,\\nAll his county, sea and land,\\nDwarfed to measure of his hand\\nHis day s ride is a furlong space,\\nHis city-tops a glimmering haze.\\nI plant his eyes 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.\\nT is even so this treacherous kite,\\nFarm-furrowed, town-incrusted sphere,", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0123.jp2"}, "122": {"fulltext": "ii4 MONADNOC.\\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,\\nPort or pilot trows not,\\nRisk or ruin he must share.\\nI scowl on him with my cloud,\\nWith my north wind chill his blood\\nI lame him, clattering down 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,", "height": "2608", "width": "1592", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0124.jp2"}, "123": {"fulltext": "MONADNOC. 115\\nWhere forests starve\\nIt is pure use\\nWhat sheaves like those which here we glean\\nand bind\\nOf a celestial Ceres and the Muse\\nAges -are thy days,\\nThou grand expresser 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, with 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", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0125.jp2"}, "124": {"fulltext": "n6 MONADNOC.\\nStill is the haughty pile erect\\nOf the old building Intellect.\\nComplement of human kind,\\nHaving us at vantage still,\\nOur sumptuous indigence,\\nO barren mound, thy plenties fill\\nWe fool and prate\\nThou art silent and sedate.\\nTo myriad 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 us elude,\\nWe in thee the shadow find.\\nThou, in our astronomy", "height": "2636", "width": "1548", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0126.jp2"}, "125": {"fulltext": "MONAD NO C.\\nAn opaker star,\\nSeen haply from afar,\\nAbove the horizon s hoop,\\nA moment, by the railway troop,\\nAs o er some bolder height they speed,\\nBy circumspect ambition,\\nBy errant gain,\\nBy feasters and the frivolous,\\nRecallest us,\\nI And 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": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0127.jp2"}, "126": {"fulltext": "nS FABLE.\\nFABLE.\\njjHE mountain and the squirrel\\nHad a quarrel\\nAnd the former called the latter\\nLittle 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 11 not deny you make", "height": "2636", "width": "1556", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0128.jp2"}, "127": {"fulltext": "FABLE.\\nA very pretty squirrel track\\nTalents differ all is well and wisely put\\nIf I cannot carry forests on my back,\\nNeither can you crack a nut.", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0129.jp2"}, "128": {"fulltext": "ODE.\\nODE,\\nINSCRIBED TO W. H. CHINNING.\\nj|HOUGH loath to grieve\\nThe evil time s sole patriot,\\nI cannot leave\\nMy honeyed 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,", "height": "2636", "width": "1548", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0130.jp2"}, "129": {"fulltext": "ODE, 121\\nOf better arts and life\\nGo, blindworm, go,\\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.", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0131.jp2"}, "130": {"fulltext": "Virtue palters Right is hence\\nFreedom praised, but hid\\nFuneral eloquence\\nRattles the coffin-lid.\\nWhat boots thy zeal,\\nO glowing 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 neatherd serves the neat,\\nThe merchant serves the purse,\\nThe eater serves his meat\\nT is the day of the chattel,\\nWeb to weave, and corn to grind\\nThings are in the saddle,\\nAnd ride mankind.", "height": "2608", "width": "1544", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0132.jp2"}, "131": {"fulltext": "ODE. 123\\nThere are two laws discrete,\\nNot reconciled,\\nLaw for man, and law for thing\\nThe last builds town and fleet,\\nBut it runs wild,\\nAnd doth the man unking.\\nT is fit the forest fall,\\nThe steep* be graded,\\nThe mountain tunnelled,\\nThe sand shaded,\\nThe orchard planted,\\nThe glebe tilled,\\nThe prairie granted,\\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.", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0133.jp2"}, "132": {"fulltext": "124 ODE.\\nYet do not I implore\\nThe wrinkled shopman to my sounding woods,\\nNor bid the unwilling senator\\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.\\nRound 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", "height": "2640", "width": "1548", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0134.jp2"}, "133": {"fulltext": "ODE. 125\\nHer last noble is ruined,\\nHer last poet mute\\nStraight, into double band\\nThe victors divide\\nHalf for freedom strike and stand\\nThe astonished Muse finds thousands at her\\nside.", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0135.jp2"}, "134": {"fulltext": "126 ASTR^A.\\nA S TRJE A.\\nACH the herald is who 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 tablet on 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", "height": "2644", "width": "1548", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0136.jp2"}, "135": {"fulltext": "ASTR^EA.\\nLouder than with speech they pray,\\nWhat am I companion, say.\\nAnd the friend not hesitates\\nTo assign just place and mates\\nAnswers not in word or letter,\\nYet is understood the better\\nEach to each 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 form,\\nAnd his thought the penal worm.\\nYet shine forever 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": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0137.jp2"}, "136": {"fulltext": "128 ASTRjEA.\\nThe durance of a granite ledge\\nTo those who gaze from the sea s edge.\\nIt is there for benefit\\nIt is there for purging light\\nThere for purifying storms\\nAnd its d epths reflect all forms\\nIt 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": "2644", "width": "1548", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0138.jp2"}, "137": {"fulltext": "ETIENNE DE LA BOECE.\\nETIENNE DE LA BOECE.\\nSERVE you not, if you I follow,\\nShadowlike, 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-warming spark\\nWhich dazzles me in midnight dark,\\n9", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0139.jp2"}, "138": {"fulltext": "130 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": "2648", "width": "1548", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0140.jp2"}, "139": {"fulltext": "SUUM CUIQUE.\\n131\\nSUUM CUIQUE.\\nj]HE 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.", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0141.jp2"}, "140": {"fulltext": "132\\nCOMPENSA TION.\\nCOMPEN SATI ON.\\nTHY should I keep holiday\\nWhen other men have none\\nWhy but because, when these are\\ngay,\\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.", "height": "2640", "width": "1592", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0142.jp2"}, "141": {"fulltext": "FORBEARANCE.\\nm\\nFORBEARANCE.\\nAST thou named all the birds with-\\nout a gun\\nLoved the wood-rose, and left it on\\nits 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 re-\\nfrained,\\nNobility more nobly to repay\\nO, be my friend, and teach me to be thine", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0143.jp2"}, "142": {"fulltext": "134 THE PARK.\\nTHE PARK.\\nHE 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 within your grounds\\nMore proudly rolls, more softly lies.", "height": "2640", "width": "1560", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0144.jp2"}, "143": {"fulltext": "THE PARK.\\n135\\nYet spake yon purple mountain,\\nYet said yon ancient wood,\\nThat Night or Day, that Love or Crime,\\nLeads all souls to the Good.", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0145.jp2"}, "144": {"fulltext": "136 FORERUNNERS.\\nFORERUNNERS.\\nONG 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 good-will my sinews 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 strew, I catch the scent\\nOr tone of silver instrument\\nLeaves on the wind melodious trace\\nYet I could never see their face.\\nOn eastern hills I see their smokes,\\nMixed with mist by distant lochs.", "height": "2640", "width": "1592", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0146.jp2"}, "145": {"fulltext": "FORER UNNERS. 1 3 7\\nI met many travellers\\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 where 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 t is come and past.\\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": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0147.jp2"}, "146": {"fulltext": "138 SURSUM CORD A.\\nSURSUM CORD A.\\nEEK not the spirit, if it hide\\nInexorable to thy zeal\\nBaby, do not whine and chide\\nArt thou not also real\\nWhy shouldst 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 only it can absolutely deal.", "height": "2608", "width": "1548", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0148.jp2"}, "147": {"fulltext": "ODE TO BEAUTY,\\nODE TO BEAUTY.\\n139\\nHO 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 first", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0149.jp2"}, "148": {"fulltext": "i 4 o ODE TO BEAUTY.\\nThy dangerous glances\\nMake women of men\\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 rain-drop 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 momeiitary play,\\nWould bankrupt nature to repay.\\nAh, what avails it\\nTo hide or to shun\\nWhom the Infinite One\\nHath granted his throne", "height": "2644", "width": "1560", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0150.jp2"}, "149": {"fulltext": "ODE TO BEAUTY. 141\\nThe heaven high over\\nIs the deep s lover\\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", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0151.jp2"}, "150": {"fulltext": "142 ODE TO BEAUTY.\\nAnd recount the numbers well\\nOlympian bards who sung\\nDivine Ideas below,\\nWhich always find us young,\\nAnd always keep us so.\\nOft, in streets or humblest places,\\nI detect far-wandered graces,\\nWhich, from Eden wide 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": "2640", "width": "1592", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0152.jp2"}, "151": {"fulltext": "ODE TO BEAUTY. 143\\nWilt not give the lips to taste\\nOf the nectar which thou hast.\\nAll that s good and great with thee\\nWorks in close 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": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0153.jp2"}, "152": {"fulltext": "i 4 4\\nGIVE ALL TO LOVE.\\nGIVE ALL TO LOVE.\\nIVE all to love\\nObey thy heart\\nFriends, kindred, days.\\nEstate, good-fame,\\nPlans, credit, and the Muse,\\nNothing refuse.\\nT is 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", "height": "2632", "width": "1540", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0154.jp2"}, "153": {"fulltext": "GIVE A LI TO LOVE. 145\\nBut it is a god,\\nKnows its own path,\\nAnd the outlets of the sky.\\nIt was not for the mean\\nIt requireth courage stout,\\nSouls above doubt,\\nValor unbending\\nSuch t will 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-morrow, forever,\\nFree as an Arab\\nOf thy beloved.", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0155.jp2"}, "154": {"fulltext": "146 GIVE ALL TO LOVE.\\nCling with life to the maid\\nBut when the surprise,\\nFirst vague shadow of surmise\\nFlits across her bosom young\\nOf a joy apart from thee,\\nFree be she, fancy-free\\nNor thou detain her vesture s hem,\\nNor the palest rose she flung\\nFrom her summer diadem.\\nThough thou loved her as thyself,\\nAs a self of purer clay,\\nThough her parting dims the day,\\nStealing grace from all alive\\nHeartily know,\\nWhen half-gods go,\\nThe gods arrive.", "height": "2640", "width": "1552", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0156.jp2"}, "155": {"fulltext": "TO ELLEN. 147\\nTO ELLEN,\\nAT THE SOUTH.\\nHE green grass is bowing,\\nThe morning wind is in it\\nT is a tune worth thy knowing,\\nThough it change every minute.\\nT is a tune of the spring\\nEvery year plays it over\\nTo the robin on the wing,\\nAnd to the pausing lover.\\nO er ten thousand, thousand acres,\\nGoes light the nimble zephyr\\nThe Flowers tiny sect of Shakers\\nWorship him ever.", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0157.jp2"}, "156": {"fulltext": "148 TO ELLEN.\\nHark to the winning sound\\nThey summon thee, dearest,\\nSaying, We have dressed for thee the ground,\\nNor yet thou appearest.\\nO hasten t is 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 were to ours,\\nIf our brief tribe miss thy face,\\nWe poor New England flowers.\\n1 Fairest, choose the fairest members\\nOf our lithe society\\nJune s glories and September s\\nShow our love and piety.\\nThou shalt command us all,\\nApril s cowslip, summer s clover,", "height": "2628", "width": "1592", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0158.jp2"}, "157": {"fulltext": "TO ELLEN.\\n149\\nTo the gentian in the fall,\\nBlue-eyed pet of blue-eyed lover.\\n1 O come, then, quickly come\\nWe are budding, we are blowing\\nAnd the wind that we perfume\\nSings a tune that s worth the knowing.", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0159.jp2"}, "158": {"fulltext": "i5o\\nTO EVA.\\nTO EVA.\\nH(] FAIR and stately maid, whose eyes\\nWere kindled in the upper skies\\nAt the same torch that lighted\\nmine\\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 at heart my own\\nNor fear those watchful sentinels,\\nWho charm the more their glance forbids,\\nChaste-glowing, underneath their lids,\\nWith fire that draws while it repels.", "height": "2632", "width": "1592", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0160.jp2"}, "159": {"fulltext": "THE AMULET, 151\\nTHE AMULET.\\nfjOUR picture smiles as first it\\nsmiled\\nThe ring you gave is still the same\\nYour letter tells, O changing child\\nNo tidings since it came.\\nGive me an amulet\\nThat keeps 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.", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0161.jp2"}, "160": {"fulltext": "152 THINE EYES STILL SHINED.\\nTHINE EYES STILL SHINED.\\ngjHINE eyes still shined for me,\\nthough far\\nI lonely roved the land or sea\\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 redbird spread his sable wing,\\nAnd showed his side of flame\\nWhen the rosebud ripened to the rose,\\nIn both I read thy name.", "height": "2608", "width": "1548", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0162.jp2"}, "161": {"fulltext": "EROS.\\n153\\nEROS.\\nHE sense of the world is short,\\nLong and various the report,\\nTo love and be beloved\\nMen and gods have not outlearned it\\nAnd, how oft soe er they ve turned it,\\nT is not to be improved.", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0163.jp2"}, "162": {"fulltext": "154 HERMIONE.\\nHERMIONE.\\nN a mound an Arab lay,\\nAnd sung his sweet regrets,\\nAnd told his amulets\\nThe summer bird\\nHis sorrow heard,\\nAnd, when he heaved a sigh profound,\\nThe sympathetic swallow swept the ground.\\nIf it be, as they said, she 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, cloud and tree,\\nIn her form and motion.", "height": "2608", "width": "1592", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0164.jp2"}, "163": {"fulltext": "HERMIONE. 155\\n1 1 ask no bawble miniature,\\nNor ringlets dead\\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 strong,\\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,", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0165.jp2"}, "164": {"fulltext": "156 HERMIONE.\\nIll-bested for gay bridegroom.\\nI was by thy touch redeemed\\nWhen thy meteor glances came,\\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 hillside\\nSeems, by the traveller espied,.\\nA door into the mountain heart,\\nSo didst thou quarry and unlock\\nHighways for me through the rock.\\nNow, deceived, thou wanderest\\nIn strange lands unblest\\nAnd my kindred come to soothe me.\\nSouthwind is my next of blood\\nHe is come through fragrant wood,\\nDrugged with spice from climates warm,\\nAnd in every twinkling glade,", "height": "2608", "width": "1592", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0166.jp2"}, "165": {"fulltext": "HER MI ONE. 157\\nAnd twilight nook,\\nUnveils thy form.\\nOut of the forest way\\nForth paced it yesterday\\nAnd when I sat by the watercourse,\\nWatching the daylight fade,\\nIt throbbed up from the brook.\\n1 River, 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 sunlit festivals,\\nTo music, and to music s thought,", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0167.jp2"}, "166": {"fulltext": "i 5 8\\nHERMIONE.\\nInextricably bound,\\nShe shall find thee, and be found.\\nFollow not her flying feet\\nCome to us herself to meet.", "height": "2632", "width": "1592", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0168.jp2"}, "167": {"fulltext": "THE INITIAL LOVE. 159\\nINITIAL, DEMONIC, AND\\nCELESTIAL LOVE.\\nTHE INITIAL LOVE.\\n]ENUS, 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 quiver, 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", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0169.jp2"}, "168": {"fulltext": "160 THE INITIAL LOVE.\\nWith malice dared me to proclaim him,\\nThat the maids and boys might name him.\\nBoy no more, he wears all coats,\\nFrocks, and blouses, capes, capotes\\nHe bears no bow, or quiver, or wand,\\nNor chaplet on his head or hand.\\nLeave his weeds and heed his eyes,\\nAll the rest he can disguise.\\nIn the pit of his eye s a spark\\nWould bring back day if it were dark\\nAnd, 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 whine, and flatter, and regret,\\nAnd kiss, and couple, and beget,\\nBy those roving eyeballs bold.\\nUndaunted are their courages,", "height": "2632", "width": "1592", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0170.jp2"}, "169": {"fulltext": "THE INITIAL LOVE.\\nRight Cossacks in their forages\\nFleeter they than any creature,\\nThey are his steeds, and not his feature\\nInquisitive, and fierce, and fasting,\\nRestless, predatory, hasting\\nAnd they pounce on other 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 with delighted motion,\\nJoy-tides swell their mimic ocean.\\nYet holds he them with taughtest rein,\\nThat they may seize and entertain\\nThe glance that to their glance opposes,\\nLike fiery honey sucked from roses.\\nHe palmistry can understand,\\nImbibing virtue by his hand", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0171.jp2"}, "170": {"fulltext": "1 62 THE INITIAL LOVE.\\nAs if it were a living root\\nThe pulse of hands will make him mute\\nWith all his 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.\\nHe is 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": "2608", "width": "1592", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0172.jp2"}, "171": {"fulltext": "THE INITIAL LOVE. 163\\nHe spreads his welcome where he goes,\\nAnd touches all things with his rose.\\nAll things wait for and divine him,\\nHow shall I dare to malign him,\\nOr accuse the god of sport\\nI must end my true report,\\nPainting him from head to foot,\\nIn as far as I took note,\\nTrusting well the matchless power\\nOf this young-eyed emperor\\nWill clear his fame from every cloud,\\nWith the bards and with the crowd.\\nHe is wilful, mutable,\\nShy, untamed, inscrutable,\\nSwifter-fashioned than the fairies,\\nSubstance mixed of pure contraries\\nHis vice some elder virtue s token,\\nAnd his good is evil-spoken.\\nFailing sometimes of his own,\\nHe is headstrong and alone\\nHe affects the wood and wild,", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0173.jp2"}, "172": {"fulltext": "1 64 THE INITIAL LOVE.\\nLike a flower-hunting child\\nBuries himself in summer waves,\\nIn trees, with beasts, in mines, and caves\\nLoves nature like a horned cow,\\nBird, or deer, or caribou.\\nShun him, nymphs, on the fleet horses\\nHe has a total world 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 is 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\\nHe paints, he carves, he chants, he prays,\\nAnd holds all stars in his embrace,", "height": "2608", "width": "1592", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0174.jp2"}, "173": {"fulltext": "THE INITIAL LOVE. 165\\nGodlike, but t is for his fine pelf,\\nThe social quintessence of self.\\nWell said I he 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 sovereignly allied,\\nHeaven s oldest blood flows 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 Parcae all are of his part.\\nHis many signs cannot be told\\nHe has not one mode, but manifold,\\nMany fashions and addresses,\\nPiques, reproaches, hurts, caresses,\\nArguments, lore, poetry,\\nAction, service, badinage", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0175.jp2"}, "174": {"fulltext": "1 66 THE INITIAL LOVE.\\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": "2608", "width": "1592", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0176.jp2"}, "175": {"fulltext": "THE CELESTIAL LOVE. 167\\nII.\\nTHE DEMONIC AND THE CELESTIAL LOVE.\\n^|AN 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\\nVirtue, to love, to hate them, vice\\nTill dangerous Beauty came, at last,\\nTill Beauty came to snap all ties\\nThe maid, abolishing the past,\\nWith lotus wine obliterates\\nDear memory s stone-incarved 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.", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0177.jp2"}, "176": {"fulltext": "168 THE DEMONIC AND\\nIt was ever the self-same tale,\\nThe first experience will not fail\\nOnly two in the garden walked,\\nAnd with snake and seraph talked.\\nBut God said,\\nI will 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,\\nAnd without a swerving\\nEach from your proper state,\\nWeave roses for your mate,\\nDeep, deep are loving eyes,\\nFlowed with naphtha fiery sweet", "height": "2632", "width": "1592", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0178.jp2"}, "177": {"fulltext": "THE CELESTIAL LOVE. 169\\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\\nSo shall trie-lights ye pour amain\\nGo, without check or intervals,\\nThrough from the empyrean walls\\nUnto the same again.\\nClose, close to men,\\nLike undulating layer of air,\\nRight above their heads,\\nThe potent plain of Daemons spreads.\\nStands to each human soul its own,\\nFor watch, and ward, and furtherance,\\nIn the snares of Nature s dance\\nAnd the lustre and the grace\\nTo fascinate each youthful heart,\\nBeaming from its counterpart,\\nTranslucent through the mortal covers,", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0179.jp2"}, "178": {"fulltext": "170 THE DEMONIC AND\\nIs the Daemon s form and face.\\nTo and fro the Genius hies,\\nA gleam which 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 the airy synod bends,\\nAnd the mighty choir descends,\\nAnd the brains of men thenceforth,\\nIn crowded and in still resorts,\\nTeem with unwonted thoughts\\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 night\\nSails, astonished, amid stars.", "height": "2608", "width": "1592", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0180.jp2"}, "179": {"fulltext": "THE CELESTIAL LOVE.\\nBeauty of a richer vein,\\nGraces of a subtler strain,\\nUnto men these moonmen lend,\\nAnd our shrinking sky extend.\\nSo is man s narrow 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-seeking\\nTheir fierce and limitary will\\nDraws men to their likeness still.\\nThe 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-finder, road-builder,\\nMediator, royal giver\\nRightly seeing, rightly seen,\\nOf joyful and transparent mien.", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0181.jp2"}, "180": {"fulltext": "172 THE DEMONIC AND\\nT is a sparkle passing\\nFrom each to each, from thee to me,\\nTo and fro perpetually\\nSharing all, daring all,\\nLevelling, displacing\\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.\\nBut Cupid wears another face,\\nBorn into Daemons less divine\\nHis roses bleach apace,\\nHis nectar smacks of wine.\\nThe Daemon ever builds a wall,\\nHimself encloses 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", "height": "2608", "width": "1592", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0182.jp2"}, "181": {"fulltext": "THE CELESTIAL LOVE. 173\\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\\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,", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0183.jp2"}, "182": {"fulltext": "174 THE DEMONIC AND\\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 zodiac s belt\\nAnd the galleries and halls,\\nWherein every siren sung,\\nLike a meteor pass.\\nFor this fortune wanted root\\nIn the core of God s abysm,\\nWas a weed of self and schism\\nAnd ever the Daemonic Love\\nIs the ancestor of wars,\\nAnd the parent of remorse.", "height": "2608", "width": "1592", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0184.jp2"}, "183": {"fulltext": "THE CELESTIAL LOVE. 175\\nHIGHER far,\\nUpward into the pure realm,\\nOver sun and star,\\nOver the flickering Daemon film,\\nThou must mount for love\\nInto vision where 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 things are like\\nWhere good and ill,\\nAnd joy and moan,\\nMelt into one.\\nThere Past, Present, Future shoot\\nTriple blossoms from one root", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0185.jp2"}, "184": {"fulltext": "176 THE CELESTIAL LOVE.\\nSubstances at base divided\\nIn their summits are united\\nThere the holy essence rolls,\\nOne through separated souls\\nAnd the sunny ^Eon 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 we erring own,\\nAre shadows flitting up and down\\nIn the still abodes.\\nThe circles of that sea are laws\\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,", "height": "2608", "width": "1592", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0186.jp2"}, "185": {"fulltext": "THE CELESTIAL LOVE.\\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\\nSilver to silver creep and wind,\\nAnd kind to kind.\\nNor less the 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,", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0187.jp2"}, "186": {"fulltext": "178 THE CELESTIAL LOVE.\\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 counsel by his own,\\nThey can parley without meeting\\nNeed is none of forms of greeting\\nThey can well communicate\\nIn their innermost estate\\nWhen each the other shall avoid,\\nShall each by each be most enjoyed.\\nNot with scarfs or perfumed gloves\\nDo these celebrate their loves\\nNot by jewels, feasts, and 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 round of work.", "height": "2608", "width": "1592", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0188.jp2"}, "187": {"fulltext": "THE CELESTIAL LOVE. 179\\nTheir cords of love so public are,\\nThey intertwine 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 other still preferred,\\nBut they have heartily designed\\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 raiment bought and sold\\nBut to hold fast his simple sense,", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0189.jp2"}, "188": {"fulltext": "i8o\\nTHE CELESTIAL LOVE.\\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": "2608", "width": "1592", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0190.jp2"}, "189": {"fulltext": "THE APOLOGY.\\nTHE APOLOGY.\\nHINK me not unkind and rude\\nThat I walk alone in grove and\\nglen;\\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 not, laborious band,\\nFor the idle flowers I brought\\nEvery aster in my hand\\nGoes home loaded with a thought.", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0191.jp2"}, "190": {"fulltext": "82 THE APOLOGY.\\nThere was never mystery\\nBut t is figured in the flowers\\nWas never secret history\\nBut birds tell it in the bowers.\\nOne harvest from thy field\\nHomeward brought the oxen strong\\nA second crop thine acres yield,\\nWhich I gather in a song.", "height": "2608", "width": "1592", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0192.jp2"}, "191": {"fulltext": "MERLIN.\\n183\\nMERLIN.\\nI.\\nt HY trivial harp will never please\\nOr fill my craving ear\\nIts chords should ring as blows the\\nbreeze,\\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, which conveys\\nSecrets of the solar track,", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0193.jp2"}, "192": {"fulltext": "1 84 MERLIN.\\nSparks of the supersolar blaze.\\nMerlin s blows are strokes of fate,\\nChiming with the forest tone,\\nWhen boughs buffet boughs in the wood\\nChiming with the gasp and moan\\nOf the ice-imprisoned flood\\nWith 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 might from martyrs cave.\\nGreat is the art,\\nGreat be the manners, of the bard.\\nHe shall not his brain encumber\\nWith 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,", "height": "2608", "width": "1592", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0194.jp2"}, "193": {"fulltext": "MERLIN. 185\\nIn to the upper doors,\\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\\nSings 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": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0195.jp2"}, "194": {"fulltext": "1 86 MERLIN.\\nSongs can the tempest still,\\nScattered on the stormy air,\\nMould the year to fair increase,\\nAnd bring in poetic peace.\\nHe shall not seek to weave,\\nIn weak, unhappy times,\\nEfficacious rhymes\\nWait his returning strength.\\nBird, that from the nadir s floor\\nTo the zenith s top can soar,\\nThe soaring orbit of the muse exceeds that\\njourney s length.\\nNor profane affect to hit\\nOr compass that, by meddling wit,\\nWhich only the propitious mind\\nPublishes when t is inclined.\\nThere are open hours\\nWhen the God s will sallies free,\\nAnd the dull idiot might see\\nThe flowing fortunes of a thousand years", "height": "2604", "width": "1592", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0196.jp2"}, "195": {"fulltext": "MERLIN.\\nSudden, at unawares,\\nSelf-moved, fly-to the doors,\\nNor sword of angels could reveal\\nWhat they conceal.\\n187", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0197.jp2"}, "196": {"fulltext": "MERLIN.\\nII.\\ni|HE rhyme of the poet\\nModulates the king s affairs\\nBalance-loving Nature\\nMade all things in pairs.\\nTo every foot its antipode\\nEach color with its counter glowed\\nTo every tone beat answering tones,\\nHigher or graver\\nFlavor gladly blends with 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, two married sides\\nIn every mortal meet.", "height": "2608", "width": "1592", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0198.jp2"}, "197": {"fulltext": "MERLIN. 189\\nLight s far furnace shines,\\nSmelting balls and bars,\\nForging double stars,\\nGlittering twins and trines.\\nThe animals are sick with love,\\nLovesick with rhyme\\nEach with all propitious 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 age.\\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": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0199.jp2"}, "198": {"fulltext": "igo MERLIN.\\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": "2608", "width": "1592", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0200.jp2"}, "199": {"fulltext": "BACCHUS.\\n191\\nBACCHUS.\\nRING me wine, but wine which\\nnever grew\\nIn the belly of the grape,\\nOr grew on vine whose tap-roots, reaching\\nthrough\\nUnder the Andes to the Cape,\\nSuffered no savor of the earth to scape.\\nLet its grapes the morn salute\\nFrom a nocturnal root,\\nWhich feels the acrid juice\\nOf Styx and Erebus\\nAnd turns the woe of Night,\\nBy its own craft, to a more rich delight.\\nWe buy ashes for bread\\nWe buy diluted wine", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0201.jp2"}, "200": {"fulltext": "192 BACCHUS.\\nGive me of the true,\\nWhose ample leaves and tendrils curled\\nAmong the silver hills of heaven,\\nDraw everlasting dew\\nWine of wine,\\nBlood of the world,\\nForm of forms, and mould of statures,\\nThat I intoxicated,\\nAnd by the draught assimilated,\\nMay float at pleasure through all natures\\nThe bird-language rightly spell,\\nAnd that which roses say so well\\nWine that is shed\\nLike the torrents of the sun\\nUp the horizon walls,\\nOr like the Atlantic streams, which run\\nWhen the South Sea calls.\\nWater and bread,\\nFood which needs no transmuting,\\nRainbow-flowering, wisdom-fruiting", "height": "2608", "width": "1592", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0202.jp2"}, "201": {"fulltext": "BACCHUS. 193\\nWine which is already man,\\nFood which teach and reason can.\\nWine which Music is,\\nMusic and wine are one,\\nThat I, drinking this,\\nShall hear far Chaos talk with me\\nKings unborn shall walk with me\\nAnd the poor grass shall plot and plan\\nWhat it will do when it is man.\\nQuickened so, will I unlock\\nEvery crypt of every rock.\\nI thank the joyful juice\\nFor all I know\\nWinds of remembering\\nOf the ancient being blow,\\nAnd seeming-solid walls of use\\nOpen and flow.\\nPour, Bacchus the remembering wine\\nRetrieve the loss of me and mine", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0203.jp2"}, "202": {"fulltext": "194 BACCHUS,\\nVine for vine be antidote,\\nAnd the grape requite the lote\\nHaste to cure the old despair,\\nReason in Nature s lotus drenched,\\nThe memory of ages quenched\\nGive them again to shine\\nLet wine repair what this undid\\nAnd where the infection slid,\\nA 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 eternal men.", "height": "2604", "width": "1592", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0204.jp2"}, "203": {"fulltext": "LOSS AND GAIN. 195\\nLOSS AND GAIN.\\nIRTUE runs before the Muse,\\nAnd defies her skill\\nShe is rapt, and doth refuse\\nTo wait 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\\nMust throw away his pen and paint,\\nKneel with worshippers.", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0205.jp2"}, "204": {"fulltext": "196 LOSS AND GAIN.\\nThen, perchance, a sunny ray\\nFrom the heaven of fire\\nHis lost tools may overpay,\\nAnd better his desire.", "height": "2608", "width": "1592", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0206.jp2"}, "205": {"fulltext": "MEROPS. 197\\nMEROPS.\\nHAT care I, so they stand the\\nsame,\\nThings of the heavenly mind,\\nHow long the power to give them name\\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.", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0207.jp2"}, "206": {"fulltext": "198\\nTHE HOUSE.\\nTHE HOUSE.\\nHERE is no architect\\nCan build as the Muse can\\nShe is skilful to select\\nMaterials for her plan\\nSlow and warily to choose\\nRafters of immortal pine,\\nOr cedar incorruptible,\\nWorthy her design.\\nShe threads dark Alpine forests,\\nOr valleys by the sea,\\nIn many lands, with painful steps,\\nEre she can find a tree.", "height": "2608", "width": "1592", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0208.jp2"}, "207": {"fulltext": "THE HOUSE. 199\\nShe ransacks mines and ledges,\\nAnd quarries every rock,\\nTo hew the famous adamant\\nFor each eternal* block.\\nShe lays her beams in music,\\nIn music every one,\\nTo the cadence of the whirling 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 newest stars.", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0209.jp2"}, "208": {"fulltext": "SAADI.\\nSAADI.\\nj?REES 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 dwells 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 warning, poets say,\\nTo the bright premium,\\nEver, when twain together play.\\nShall the harp be dumb.", "height": "2608", "width": "1592", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0210.jp2"}, "209": {"fulltext": "Many may come,\\nBut one shall sing\\nTwo touch the string,\\nThe harp is dumb.\\nThough there come a million,\\nWise Saadi dwells alone.\\nYet Saadi loved the race of men,\\nNo churl, immured in cave or den\\nIn bower and hall\\nHe wants them all,\\nNor can dispense\\nWith Persia for his audience\\nThey must give ear,\\nGrow red with joy and white with fear\\nBut he has no companion\\nCome ten, or come a million,\\nGood Saadi dwells alone.\\nBe thou ware where Saadi dwells\\nWisdom of the gods is he,\\nEntertain it reverently.", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0211.jp2"}, "210": {"fulltext": "202 SAADI.\\nGladly round that golden lamp\\nSylvan deities encamp,\\nAnd simple maids and noble youth\\nAre welcome to the man of truth.\\nMost welcome they who 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 with 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\\nPale 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 Powers,", "height": "2608", "width": "1592", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0212.jp2"}, "211": {"fulltext": "SAADI. 203\\nWho in their pride forgive not ours.\\nThus the sad-eyed Fakirs preach\\n4 Bard, 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 which 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.", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0213.jp2"}, "212": {"fulltext": "204 SAADI.\\nSunshine in his heart transferred\\nLighted each transparent word,\\nAnd well could honoring Persia learn\\nWhat Saadi wished to say\\nFor Saadi s nightly 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 wit,\\nOr by thirst and appetite\\nFor the talents not thine own,\\nTo sons of contradiction.\\nNever, son of eastern morning,\\nFollow falsehood, follow scorning.\\nDenounce who will, who will deny,\\nAnd pile the hills to scale the sky\\nLet theist, atheist, pantheist,\\nDefine and wrangle how they list,\\nFierce conserver, fierce destroyer,\\nBut thou, joy-giver and enjoyer,\\nUnknowing war, unknowing crime,", "height": "2608", "width": "1564", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0214.jp2"}, "213": {"fulltext": "SAADI. 205\\nGentle Saadi, mind thy rhyme\\nHeed not what the brawlers say,\\nHeed thou only Saadi s lay.\\ni Let 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 the purple sea,\\nAnd give or take the stroke of war,\\nOr crowd the market and bazaar\\nOft shall war 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,\\nIf fate unlock his bosom s door,\\nSo that what his eye hath seen", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0215.jp2"}, "214": {"fulltext": "206 SAADI.\\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 smile 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\\nAnd thus to Saadi said the Muse\\nEat thou the bread which men refuse", "height": "2608", "width": "1532", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0216.jp2"}, "215": {"fulltext": "SAADI. 207\\nFlee from the goods which from thee flee\\nSeek nothing, Fortune seeketh thee.\\nNor mount, nor dive all good things keep\\nThe midways 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 brags of plume and song\\nWise Ali 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,\\nThe Seraph s and the Cherub s food\\nThose doors are men the Pariah hind\\nAdmits thee to the perfect Mind.", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0217.jp2"}, "216": {"fulltext": "208 SAADI.\\nSeek not beyond thy cottage wall\\nRedeemers 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": "2604", "width": "1624", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0218.jp2"}, "217": {"fulltext": "HO LI DA VS. 209\\nHOLIDAYS.\\nROM 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,\\nPlayfellow of young and old,\\nWas frolic sunshine, dear to all men,\\nMore dear to one than mines of gold.\\n14", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0219.jp2"}, "218": {"fulltext": "HOLIDA YS.\\nWhither went the lovely hoyden\\nDisappeared in blessed wife\\nServant to a wooden cradle,\\nLiving in a baby s life.\\nStill thou playest short vacation\\nFate grants each to stand aside\\nNow must thou be man and artist,\\nT is the turning of the tide.", "height": "2608", "width": "1620", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0220.jp2"}, "219": {"fulltext": "PAINTING AND SCULPTURE. 211\\nPAINTING AND SCULPTURE.\\nHE sinful painter drapes his god-\\ndess warm,\\nBecause she still is naked, being\\ndressed\\nThe godlike sculptor will not so deform\\nBeauty, which limbs and flesh enough invest.", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0221.jp2"}, "220": {"fulltext": "212 FROM THE PERSIAN OF HAFIZ.\\nFROM THE PERSIAN OF HAFIZ.\\nThe poems of Hafiz are held by the Persians to be alle-\\ngoric and mystical. His German editor, Von Hammer, re-\\nmarks on the following poem, that, though in appearance\\nanacreontic, it may be regarded as one of the best of those\\ncompositions which earned for Hafiz the honorable title of\\nTongue of the Secret.\\nUTLER, fetch the ruby wine\\nWhich with sudden greatness fills\\nPour for me, who in my spirit\\nFail in courage and performance.\\nBring this philosophic stone,\\nKarun s treasure, Noah s age\\nHaste, that by thy means I open\\nAll the doors of luck and life.\\nBring to me the liquid fire\\nZoroaster sought in dust", "height": "2608", "width": "1636", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0222.jp2"}, "221": {"fulltext": "FROM THE PERSIAN OF HAFIZ. 213\\nTo Hafiz, revelling, t is allowed\\nTo pray to Matter and to Fire.\\nBring the wine of Jamschid s glass,\\nWhich glowed, ere time was, in the Neant\\nBring it me, that through its force\\nI, as Jamschid, see through worlds.\\nWisely said the Kaisar Jamschid,\\ni The world s not worth a barleycorn\\nLet flute and lyre lordly speak\\nLees of wine outvalue crowns.\\nBring me, boy, the veiled beauty,\\nWho in ill-famed houses sits\\nBring 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,\\nAnd tear the net from the archwolf.\\nWine wherewith the Houris teach\\nSouls the ways of paradise\\nOn the living coals I 11 set it,\\nAnd therewith my brain perfume.", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0223.jp2"}, "222": {"fulltext": "214 FROM THE PERSIAN OF HAEIZ.\\nBring me wine, through whose effulgence\\nJam and Chosroes yielded light\\nWine, that to the flute I sing\\nWhere is Jam, and where is Kauss.\\nBring the blessing of old times,\\nBless the old, departed shahs\\nBring me wine which spendeth lordship,\\nWine whose pureness searcheth hearts\\nBring it me, the shah of hearts\\nGive me wine to wash me clean\\nOf the weather-stains of cares,\\nSee the countenance of luck.\\nWhilst I dwell in spirit-gardens,\\nWherefore stand I shackled here\\nLo, this mirror shows me all\\nDrunk, I speak of purity,\\nBeggar, I of lordship speak\\nWhen Hafiz in his revel sings,\\nShouteth Sohra in her sphere.\\nFear the changes of a day\\nBring wine which increases life.", "height": "2608", "width": "1588", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0224.jp2"}, "223": {"fulltext": "FROM THE PERSIAN OF HAFIZ. 215\\nSince the world is all untrue,\\nLet the trumpets thee remind\\nHow the crown of Kobad vanished.\\nBe not certain of the world,\\nT will not spare to shed thy blood.\\nDesperate of the world s affair\\nCame I running to the wine-house.\\nBring me wine which maketh glad,\\nThat I may my steed bestride,\\nThrough the course career with Rustem,\\nGallop to my heart s content\\nThat I reason quite expunge,\\nAnd plant banners on the worlds.\\nLet us make our glasses kiss\\nLet us quench the sorrow-cinders.\\nTo-day let us drink together\\nNow and then will never agree.\\nWhoso has arranged a banquet\\nIs with glad mind satisfied,\\nScaping from the snares of Dews.\\nWoe for youth t is gone in the wind\\nHappy he who spent it well", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0225.jp2"}, "224": {"fulltext": "216 FROM THE PERSIAN OF HAFIZ.\\nBring wine, that I overspring\\nBoth worlds at a single leap.\\nStole, at dawn, from glowing spheres\\nCall of Houris to my sense\\nlovely bird, delicious soul,\\nSpread thy pinions, break thy cage\\nSit on the roof of seven domes,\\nWhere the spirits take their rest.\\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\\nThe earth 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\\nWhich of the wise masters knows\\nWhat time Kauss and Jam existed", "height": "2608", "width": "1644", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0226.jp2"}, "225": {"fulltext": "FROM THE PERSIAN OF HAFIZ. 217\\nWhen those heroes left this world,\\nThey left nothing but their names.\\nBind thy heart not to the earth\\nWhen thou goest, come not back\\nFools spend on the world their hearts,\\nLeague with it is feud with heaven\\nNever gives it what thou wishest.\\nA cup of wine imparts the sight\\nOf the five heaven-domes with nine steps\\nWhoso can himself renounce\\nWithout support shall walk thereon\\nWho discreet is is not wise.\\nGive me, boy, the Kaisar cup,\\nWhich rejoices heart and soul.\\nUnder wine and under cup\\nSignify we purest love.\\nYouth like lightning disappears\\nLife goes by us as the wind.\\nLeave the dwelling with six doors,\\nAnd the serpent with nine heads", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0227.jp2"}, "226": {"fulltext": "218 FROM THE PERSIAN OF HAFIZ.\\nLife and silver spend thou freely\\nIf thou honorest the soul.\\nHaste into the other life\\nAll is vain 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 wineglass made of ice\\nWake the torpid heart with wine.\\nEvery clod of loam beneath 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,\\nWin thou first the poor man s heart,\\nThen the glass so know the world.", "height": "2600", "width": "1580", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0228.jp2"}, "227": {"fulltext": "FROM THE PERSIAN OF HAFIZ. 219\\nEmpty sorrows from the earth\\nCanst thou drive away with 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 lyric page,\\nFairest ornament of speech,\\nHere a verse will I recite,\\nVerse more beautiful than pearls\\nMore kingdoms wait thy diadem\\nThan are known to thee by name\\nThee may sovran Destiny\\nLead to victory day by day", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0229.jp2"}, "228": {"fulltext": "GHASELLE.\\nGHASELLE.\\nFROM THE PERSIAN OF HAFIZ.\\nF Paradise, O hermit 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,\\nThough corn he wants.\\nO just fakir, with brow austere,\\nForbid me not the vine\\nOn the first day, poor Hafiz clay\\nWas kneaded up with wine.", "height": "2580", "width": "1648", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0230.jp2"}, "229": {"fulltext": "GHASELLE. 221\\nThy mind the mosque and cool kiosk,\\nSpare fast and orisons\\nMine me allows the drinking-house,\\nAnd sweet chase of the nuns.\\nHe is no dervise, Heaven slights his service,\\nWho shall refuse\\nThere in the banquet to pawn his blanket\\nFor Schiraz juice.\\nWho his friend s skirt 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 thou not hell, and trust thou well,\\nHeaven is secure.", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0231.jp2"}, "230": {"fulltext": "XENOPHANES,\\nXENOPHANES.\\nY fate, not option, frugal Nature gave\\nOne scent to hyson and to wall-\\nflower,\\nOne sound to pine-groves and to waterfalls\\nOne aspect to the desert and the lake.\\nIt was her stern necessity all things\\nAre of one pattern made bird, beast, and\\nflower,\\nSong, picture, form, space, thought, and\\ncharacter,\\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 one element, explore another,\\nAnd in the second reappears the first.", "height": "2596", "width": "1588", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0232.jp2"}, "231": {"fulltext": "XENOPHANES. 223\\nThe specious panorama of a year\\nBut multiplies the image of a day,\\nA belt of mirrors round a taper s flame\\nAnd universal Nature, through her vast\\nAnd crowded whole, an infinite paroquet,\\nRepeats one note.", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0233.jp2"}, "232": {"fulltext": "224 THE DAY S RATION.\\nTHE DAY S RATION.\\nHEN I was born,\\nFrom all the seas of strength Fate\\nfilled a chalice,\\nSaying, This be thy portion, child this\\nchalice,\\nLess than a lily s, thou shalt daily draw\\nFrom my great arteries, nor less, nor more.\\nAll substances the cunning chemist Time\\nMelts down into that liquor of my life,\\nFriends, foes, joys, fortunes, beauty, and\\ndisgust.\\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,", "height": "2600", "width": "1652", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0234.jp2"}, "233": {"fulltext": "THE DAY S RATION. 22 s\\nHow much runs over on the desert sands.\\nIf a new Muse draw me with splendid ray,\\nAnd I uplift myself into its heaven,\\nThe needs of the first sight absorb my blood,\\nAnd all the following hours of the day\\nDrag a ridiculous age.\\nTo-day, when friends approach, and every\\nhour\\nBrings book, or starbright scroll of genius,\\nThe little cup will hold not a bead more,\\nAnd all the costly liquor runs to waste\\nNor gives the jealous lord one diamond drop\\nSo to be husbanded for poorer days.\\nWhy need I volumes, if one word suffice\\nWhy need I galleries, when a pupil s draught\\nAfter the master s sketch fills and o erfills\\nMy apprehension why seek Italy,\\nWho cannot circumnavigate the sea\\nOf thoughts and things at home, but still\\nadjourn\\nThe nearest matters for a thousand days\\n*5", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0235.jp2"}, "234": {"fulltext": "226 BLIGHT.\\nBLIGHT.\\nIVE me truths\\nFor I am weary of the surfaces,\\nAnd die of inanition. If I knew\\nOnly the herbs and simples of the wood,\\nRue, cinquefoil, gill, vervain, and agrimony,\\nBlue-vetch, and trillium, hawkweed, sassafras,\\nMilkweeds, and murky brakes, quaint pipes,\\nand sundew,\\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 sweet affinities to human flesh,\\nDriving the foe and stablishing the friend,\\nO, that were much, and I could be a part", "height": "2600", "width": "1596", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0236.jp2"}, "235": {"fulltext": "BLIGHT. 227\\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\\nnot,\\nAnd all their botany is Latin names.\\nThe old men studied magic in the flowers,\\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 eye-beams fell,\\nThey caught the footsteps of the Same. Our\\neyes\\nAre armed, but we are strangers to the stars,\\nAnd strangers to the mystic beast and bird,\\nAnd strangers to the plant and to the mine.\\nThe injured elements say, Not in us\\nAnd night and day, ocean and continent,", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0237.jp2"}, "236": {"fulltext": "228 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\\nthieves\\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 will not tan our\\nhay,\\nAnd nothing thrives to reach its natural term\\nAnd life, shorn of its venerable length,", "height": "2594", "width": "1614", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0238.jp2"}, "237": {"fulltext": "BLIGHT. 229\\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\\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 miserly comparison\\nOf the toy s purchase with the length of life.", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0239.jp2"}, "238": {"fulltext": "230\\nMUSKETAQUID.\\nMUSKETAQUID.\\nE CAUSE I was content with these\\npoor fields,\\nLow, open meads, slender and slug-\\ngish 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\\nWith the dear, dangerous lords that rule our\\nlife,\\nMade moon and planets parties to their bond,\\nAnd through my rock-like, solitary wont\\nShot million rays of thought and tenderness.\\nFor me, in showers, in sweeping showers, the\\nspring", "height": "2594", "width": "1614", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0240.jp2"}, "239": {"fulltext": "MUSKETAQUID. 231\\nVisits the valley break away the clouds,\\nI bathe in the morn s soft and silvered air,\\nAnd loiter willing by yon loitering stream.\\nSparrows far off, and nearer, April s bird,\\nBlue-coated, flying before from tree to tree,\\nCourageous, sing a delicate overture\\nTo lead the tardy concert of the year.\\nOnward and nearer rides the sun of May\\nAnd wide 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 thousand hours.\\nBeneath low hills, in the broad interval\\nThrough which at will our Indian rivulet\\nWinds mindful still of sannup and of squaw,\\nWhose pipe and arrow oft the plough un-\\nburies,\\nHere in pine houses built of new fallen trees,\\nSupplanters of the tribe, the farmers dwell.", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0241.jp2"}, "240": {"fulltext": "232 MUSKETAQUID.\\nTraveller, to thee, perchance, a tedious road,\\nOr, it may be, a picture to these men,\\nThe landscape is an armory of powers,\\nWhich, one by one, they know to draw and\\nuse.\\nThey harness beast, bird, insect, to their work\\nThey prove the virtues of each bed of rock,\\nAnd, like the chemist mid his loaded jars,\\nDraw from each stratum its adapted use\\nTo drug their crops or weapon their arts\\nwithal.\\nThey turn the frost upon their chemic heap,\\nThey set the wind to winnow pulse and grain,\\nThey thank the spring-flood for its fertile\\nslime,\\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 with elements,\\n(That one would say, meadow and forest\\nwalked,\\nTransmuted in these men to rule their like,)", "height": "2594", "width": "1614", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0242.jp2"}, "241": {"fulltext": "MUSKE TAQUID. 233\\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\\nAscends as gladly in a single tree\\nAs in broad orchards resonant with bees\\nAnd every atom poises for itself,\\nAnd for the whole. The gentle deities\\nShowed me the lore of 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\\nBetter, the linked purpose of the whole,\\nAnd, chiefest prize, found I true liberty\\nIn the glad home plain-dealing nature gave.\\nThe polite found me impolite the great\\nWould mortify me, but in vain for still", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0243.jp2"}, "242": {"fulltext": "234 MUSKE TA Q UJD.\\nI am a willow of the wilderness,\\nLoving the wind that bent me. All my hurts\\nMy garden spade can heal. A woodland\\nwalk,\\nA quest of river-grapes, a mocking thrush,\\nA wild-rose, or rock-loving columbine,\\nSalve my worst wounds.\\nFor thus the wood-gods murmured in my ear\\nDost love our manners Canst thou silent\\nlie?\\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\\nthe eye,\\nThe river, hill, stems, foliage are obscure\\nYet envies none, none are unenviable.", "height": "2594", "width": "1614", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0244.jp2"}, "243": {"fulltext": "DIRGE. 235\\nDIRGE.\\nNOWS 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 wood.", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0245.jp2"}, "244": {"fulltext": "236 DIRGE.\\nBut they are gone, the holy ones\\nWho trod with me this lovely vale\\nThe strong, star-bright companions\\nAre silent, low, and pale.\\nMy good, my noble, in their prime,\\nWho made this world the feast it was,\\nWho learned with me the lore of time,\\nWho loved this dwelling-place\\nThey took this valley for their toy,\\nThey played with it in every mood\\nA cell for prayer, 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,\\nWhich once our childhood knew", "height": "2594", "width": "1614", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0246.jp2"}, "245": {"fulltext": "DIRGE. 237\\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 traveller,\\nWhat he singeth to me\\nNot unless God made sharp thine ear\\nWith sorrow such as mine,\\nOut of that delicate lay couldst thou\\nIts heavy tale 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.", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0247.jp2"}, "246": {"fulltext": "238\\nYe cannot unlock your heart,\\nThe key is gone with them\\nThe silent organ loudest chants\\nThe master s requiem.", "height": "2594", "width": "1614", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0248.jp2"}, "247": {"fulltext": "THRENODY. 239\\nTHRENODY.\\nPHE 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,", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0249.jp2"}, "248": {"fulltext": "240 THRENODY.\\nThe hyacinthine boy, for whom\\nMorn well might break and April bloom,\\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, 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,\\nO, 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", "height": "2594", "width": "1614", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0250.jp2"}, "249": {"fulltext": "THRENODY. 241\\nI hearken for thy household cheer,\\nO eloquent child\\nWhose 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,\\nWho 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\\n16", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0251.jp2"}, "250": {"fulltext": "242 THRENODY.\\nTo make this wisdom earthly wise.\\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 guard 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 window I look out\\nTo mark thy tjeautiful parade,\\nStately marching in cap and coat\\nTo some tune by fairies played\\nA music heard by thee alone\\nTo works as noble led thee on.", "height": "2594", "width": "1614", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0252.jp2"}, "251": {"fulltext": "THRENODY. 243\\nNow Love and Pride, alas in vain,\\nUp and down their glances strain.\\nThe painted sled stands where it stood\\nThe kennel by the corded wood\\nThe gathered sticks to stanch the wall\\nOf the snow-tower, when snow should fall\\nThe ominous hole he dug in the sand,\\nAnd childhood s castles built 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 roadside 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.\\nOn that shaded day,\\nDark with more clouds than tempests are,\\nWhen thou didst yield thy innocent breath", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0253.jp2"}, "252": {"fulltext": "244 THRENODY.\\nIn birdlike heavings unto death,\\nNight came, and Nature had not thee\\nI said, We are mates in misery.\\nThe morrow dawned with needless glow\\nEach snowbird 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 ostrich-like forgetfulness\\nO loss of larger in the less\\nWas there no star that could be sent,\\nNo watcher in the firmament,\\nNo angel from the countless host\\nThat loiters round the crystal coast,", "height": "2594", "width": "1614", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0254.jp2"}, "253": {"fulltext": "THRENODY. 245\\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 what I made, but what I loved,\\nGrow early old with grief that thou\\nMust to the wastes of Nature go,\\nT is 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.\\nIt was not ripe yet to sustain\\nA genius of so fine a strain,\\nWho gazed upon the sun and moon\\nAs if he came unto his own,", "height": "2588", "width": "1628", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0255.jp2"}, "254": {"fulltext": "246 THRENODY.\\nAnd, pregnant with his grander thought,\\nBrought the old order into doubt.\\nHis beauty once their beauty tried\\nThey could not feed him, and he died,\\nAnd wandered backward as in scorn,\\nTo wait an aeon to be born.\\nIll day which made this beauty waste,\\nPlight broken, this 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\\nTook the largest part of me\\nFor this losing is true dying\\nThis is lordly man s down-lying,\\nThis his slow but sure reclining,\\nStar by star his world resigning.", "height": "2594", "width": "1614", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0256.jp2"}, "255": {"fulltext": "THRENODY. 247\\nchild of paradise,\\nBoy who made dear his father s home,\\nIn whose deep eyes\\nMen read the welfare of the times to come,\\n1 am too much bereft.\\nThe world dishonored thou hast left.\\nO truth s and nature s costly lie\\nO trusted broken prophecy\\nO richest fortune sourly crossed\\nBorn for the future, to the future lost\\nThe deep Heart answered, Weepest thou\\nWorthier cause for passion wild\\nIf I had not taken the child.\\nAnd deemest thou as those who pore,\\nWith aged eyes, short way before,\\nThink st Beauty vanished from the coast\\nOf matter, and thy 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", "height": "2600", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0257.jp2"}, "256": {"fulltext": "248 THRENODY.\\nTo be alone wilt thou begin\\nWhen worlds of lovers hem thee in\\nTo-morrow, when the masks shall fall\\nThat dizen Nature s carnival,\\nThe pure shall see by their own will,\\nWhich overflowing Love shall fill,\\nT is not within the force of fate\\nThe fate-conjoined to separate.\\nBut thou, my votary, weepest 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 incommunicable\\nTaught thee each private sign to raise,\\nLit by the supersolar blaze.\\nPast utterance, and past belief,\\nAnd past the 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.", "height": "2594", "width": "1614", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0258.jp2"}, "257": {"fulltext": "THRENODY. 249\\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, savior, and head\\nThat thou might st cherish for thine own\\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 her laws,\\nFate s glowing revolution pause\\nHigh omens ask diviner guess\\nNot to be conned tb tediousness.\\nAnd know my higher gifts unbind", "height": "2612", "width": "1526", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0259.jp2"}, "258": {"fulltext": "250 THRENODY.\\nThe zone that girds the incarnate mind.\\nWhen the scanty shores are full\\nWith Thought s perilous, whirling pool\\nWlien 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 the wild star to its track\\nOn the half-climbed zodiac\\nLight is light which radiates,\\nBlood is blood which circulates,\\nLife is life which generates,\\nAnd many-seeming life is one,\\nWilt thou transfix and make it none\\nIts onward force too starkly pent\\nIn figure, bone, and lineament\\nWilt thou, uncalled, interrogate,\\nTalker the unreplying Fate\\nNor see the genius of the whole", "height": "2594", "width": "1614", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0260.jp2"}, "259": {"fulltext": "THRENODY. 251\\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 that expansive reason\\nWhose omen t is, and sign.\\nWilt thou not ope thy heart to know\\nWhat rainbows teach, and sunsets show\\nVerdict which accumulates\\nFrom lengthening scroll of human fates,\\nVoice of earth to earth returned,\\nPrayers of saints that inly burned,\\nSaying, What is excellent,\\nAs God lives, is permanent j\\nHearts are dust, hearts loves remain;\\nHearfs love will meet thee again.\\nRevere 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", "height": "2612", "width": "1526", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0261.jp2"}, "260": {"fulltext": "2.52 THRENODY.\\nNo, but a nest of bending reeds,\\nFlowering grass, and scented weeds\\nOr like a traveller s fleeing tent,\\nOr bow above the tempest bent\\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,\\nBroadsowing, 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": "2594", "width": "1614", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0262.jp2"}, "261": {"fulltext": "HYMN. 253\\nHYMN:\\nSUNG AT THE COMPLETION OF THE CONCORD MONUMENT,\\nApril 19, 1836.\\nY the rude bridge that arched the\\nflood,\\nTheir flag to April s breeze un-\\nfurled,\\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", "height": "2612", "width": "1526", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0263.jp2"}, "262": {"fulltext": "254 HYMN.\\nThat memory may their deed redeem,\\nWhen, like our sires, our sons are gone.\\nSpirit, that made those heroes dare\\nTo die, or leave their children free,\\nBid Time and Nature gently spare\\nThe shaft we raise to them and thee.\\nCambridge Printed by Welch, Bigelow, Co.", "height": "2594", "width": "1614", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0264.jp2"}, "263": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2612", "width": "1526", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0265.jp2"}, "264": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2594", "width": "1614", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0266.jp2"}, "265": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2612", "width": "1526", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0267.jp2"}, "266": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2594", "width": "1614", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0268.jp2"}, "267": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2612", "width": "1526", "jp2-path": "poem00emer_0269.jp2"}, "268": 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