{"1": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3646", "width": "2427", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "Book .fii\\nCOPYRIGHT DEPOSIT", "height": "3649", "width": "2318", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3649", "width": "2318", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3656", "width": "2318", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "HtDetr^ttie oEtiitton\\nPOEMS\\nBEING VOLUME IX.\\nOF\\nEMERSON S COMPLETE WORKS", "height": "3637", "width": "2318", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3649", "width": "2269", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3639", "width": "2318", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "(A^", "height": "3647", "width": "2245", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "POEMS\\nRALPH WALDO EMERSON\\nBm anU Eebifiicti \u00c2\u00a9Uttion\\nBOSTON\\nHOUGHTON, MIFFLIN AND COMPANY\\nNew York: 11 East Seventeenth Street,", "height": "3649", "width": "2318", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0011.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "Copyright, 1867 and 1876,\\nBy RALPH WALDO EMERSON.\\nCopyright, 1883 and 1895,\\nBy EDWARD W. EMERSON.\\nAH rights reserved,\\n2d. COPY\\nSUPPLIED FROM\\nCOPYRIGHT FILES\\nJANUARY. \\\\f\\\\\\\\.\\nThe Riverside Press, Cambridge, 3Iass., U. S. A.\\nElectrotyped and Printed by H. 0. Houghton Company.", "height": "3639", "width": "2273", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0012.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "i\\nI\\nPEEFATORY NOTE.\\nThis volume contains nearly all the pieces included\\nin the Poems and May-Day of former editions. In\\n1876, Mr. Emerson published a selection from his\\nPoems, adding six new ones, and omitting many.- Of\\nthose omitted, several are now restored, in accordance\\nwith the expressed wishes of many readers and lovers of\\nthem. Also, some pieces never before published are\\nhere given in an Appendix on various grounds. Some\\nof them appear to have had Mr. Emerson s approval,\\nbut to have been withheld because they were unfin-\\nished. These it seemed best not to suppress, now that\\nthey can never receive their completion. Others, mostly\\nof an early date, remained unpublished doubtless be-\\ncause of their personal and private nature. Some of\\nthese seem to have an autobiographic interest suffi-\\ncient to justify their publication. Others again, often\\nmere fragments, have been admitted as characteristic\\nor as expressing in poetic form thoughts found in the\\nEssays.\\nIn coming to a decision in these cases it seemed on\\n1 Selected Poems Little Classic Edition.", "height": "3639", "width": "2273", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0013.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "vi PREFATORY NOTE.\\nthe whole preferable to take the risk of including too\\nmuch rather than the opposite, and to leave the task\\nof further winnowing to the hands of Time.\\nAs was stated in the preface to the first volume of\\nthis edition of Mr. Emerson s writings, the readings\\nadopted by him in the Selected Poems have not always\\nbeen followed here, but in some cases preference has\\nbeen given to corrections made by him when he was\\nin fuller strength than at the time of the last revision.\\nA change in the arrangement of the stanzas of\\nMay-Day, in the part representative of the march\\nof Spring, received his sanction as bringing them more\\nnearly in accordance with the events in Nature.\\nJ. E. CABOT.", "height": "3639", "width": "2273", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0014.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3639", "width": "2273", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0015.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3639", "width": "2273", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0016.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "COTNf TENTS.\\nPrefatory Note v\\nI.\\nPOEMS.\\nPAGS\\nThe Sphinx 9\\nEach and All 14\\nThe Problem 15\\nTo Rhea 18\\nThe Visit .20\\nUriel 21\\nThe World-Soul 23\\nAlphonso of Castile .27\\nMithridates .30\\nTo J. W 31\\nDestiny 32\\nGuy 33\\nHamatreya 35\\nEarth-Sono o 36\\nGood-Bye 37\\nThe Rhodora 39\\nThe Humble-Bee 39\\nBerrying 41\\nThe Snow-Storm 42", "height": "3639", "width": "2273", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0017.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "2 CONTENTS.\\nPAGE\\nwoodnotes, i 43\\nwoodnotes, ii. .48\\nmonadnoc 58\\nFable 71\\nOde o 71\\nASTR^A 75\\nEtienne de La Boece 76\\nCompensation .77\\nForbearance 78\\nThe Park 78\\nForerunners 79\\nsursum corda 80\\nOde to Beauty 81\\nGive All to Love 84\\nTo Ellen 86\\nTo Eva 87\\nThe Amulet 88\\nThine Eyes Still Shined 88\\nEros 89\\nHermione 89\\nInitial, DiEMONic, and Celestial Love.\\nI. The Initial Love 92\\nII. The Demonic Love 97\\nIII. The Celestial Love 101\\nThe Apology 105\\nMerlin, 1 106\\nMerlin, II 109\\nBacchus Ill\\nMerops 113\\nSaadi 114\\nHolidays 119\\nXenophanes 120", "height": "3431", "width": "2089", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0018.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS, 3\\nThe Day s Ration 121\\nBlight 122\\nmusketaquid 124\\nDirge 127\\nThrenody .130\\nCoxcoRD Hymn, Sung at the Completion of the\\nBattle Monument, April 19, 1836 139\\nII.\\nMAY-DAY AND OTHER PIECES.\\nMay-Day 143\\nThe Adirondacs .159\\nOccasional and Miscellaneous Pieces.\\nBrahma 170\\nFate 171\\nFreedom 172\\nOde, Concord, July 4, 1857 173\\nBoston Hymn 174\\nVoluntaries 178\\nBoston 182\\nLetters 188\\nRubies 188\\nThe Test 189\\nSolution 189\\nHymn o 192\\nNature and Life.\\nNature, 1 193\\nNature, II 194\\nThe Romany Girl 195\\nDays 196\\nThe Chartist s Complaint 197", "height": "3431", "width": "2089", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0019.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "4 CONTENTS.\\nPAGE\\nMy Garden 197\\nThe Titmouse 200\\nThe Harp 203\\nSea-Shore 207\\nSong of Nature 209\\nTwo Rivers 213\\nWaldeinsamkeit 214\\nTerminus 216\\nThe Nun s Aspiration 217\\nApril 219\\nMaiden Speech of the ^olian Harp 220\\nCupiDO 221\\nThe Past 221\\nThe Last Farewell 222\\nIn Memoriam 224\\nElements.\\nExperience 228\\nCompensation. 229\\nPolitics 230\\nHeroism 231\\nCharacter 231\\nCulture 232\\nFriendship 232\\nBeauty 233\\nManners 234\\nArt 235\\nSpiritual Laws 236\\nUnity 236\\nWorship 237\\nQuatrains 238\\nTranslations 244", "height": "3517", "width": "2187", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0020.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS. 5\\nin.\\n-APPENDIX.\\nPAGB\\nThe Poet ii53\\nPragmekts on the Poet akd the Poetic Gift 263\\nFragments on Nature and Life 278\\nThe Bohemian Hymn 298\\nPkater 299\\nGrace 299\\nEros 300\\nLines Written in Naples, 1833 300\\nLines Written in Rome, 1883 301\\nPeter s Field 302\\nThe Walk 304\\nMay Morning \u00e2\u0080\u00a2304\\nThe Miracle 305\\nThe Waterfall 307\\nWalden 307\\nPan 309\\nMONADNOC FROM AfAR 310\\nThe South Wind 310\\nFame 311\\nWebster 312\\nLines Written in a Volume of Goethe 313\\nThe Enchanter 313\\nPhilosopher 314\\nLimits 314\\nInscuiption for a Well in Memory of the Martyrs\\nof the War 315\\nThe Exilb 315", "height": "3517", "width": "2187", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0021.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3639", "width": "2273", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0022.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "L\\nrOEMS.", "height": "3639", "width": "2273", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0023.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3639", "width": "2273", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0024.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "POEMS.\\nTHE SPHINX.\\nThe Sphinx is drowsy,\\nHer wings are furled:\\nHer ear is heavy,\\nShe broods on the world.\\nWho U tell me my secret,\\nThe ages have kept\\nI awaited the seer\\nWhile they slumbered and slept:\\n**The fate of the man-child,\\nThe meaning of man;\\nKnown fruit of the unknown\\nDaedahan plan;\\nOut of sleeping a waking,\\nOut of waking a sleep\\nLife death overtaking\\nDeep miderneath deep\\nErect as a sunbeam,\\nUpspringeth the palm;\\nThe elephant browses,\\nUndaunted and calm;", "height": "3639", "width": "2273", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0025.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "10 THE SPHINX,\\nIn beautiful motion\\nThe thrush plies his wings\\nKind leaves of his covert,\\nYour silence he sings.\\nThe waves, unashamed.\\nIn difference sweety,\\nPlay glad with the breezes,\\nOld playfellows meet;\\nThe journeying atoms,\\nPrimordial wholes.\\nFirmly draw, firmly drive,\\nBy their animate poles.\\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,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThe sun is its toy\\nShines the peace of all being,\\nWithout cloud, in its eyes;\\nAnd the sum cf the world\\nIn soft miniature lies.\\n*^But man crouches and blushes.\\nAbsconds and conceals;", "height": "3639", "width": "2273", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0026.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "THE SPHINX. 11\\nHe creepeth and peepeth,\\nHe palters and steals\\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\\n*Who has drugged my boy s cup?\\nWho has mixed my boy s bread?\\nWho, with sadness and madness.\\nHas turned my 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.\\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.", "height": "3639", "width": "2273", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0027.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "12 THE SPHINX.\\nTo vision prof ounder,\\nMan s spirit must dive\\nHis aye-rolling orb\\nAt no 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\\nLurks the joy that is sweetest\\nIn stings of remorse.\\nHave I a lover\\nWho is noble and free\\nI would he were nobler\\nThan to love me.\\n**Eterne 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 cummin for the Sphinx,\\nHer muddy eyes to clear\\nThe old Sphinx bit her thick lip,\\nSaid, Who taught thee me to name", "height": "3639", "width": "2273", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0028.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "THE SPHINX. 13\\nI am thy spirit, yoke-fellow,\\nOf thine eye I am eyebeam.\\nThou art the unanswered question\\nCouldst see thy proper eye,\\nAlway it asketh, asketh;\\nAnd each answer is a lie.\\n350 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\\n**Who telleth one of my meaningSj\\nIs master of all I am.", "height": "3639", "width": "2273", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0029.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "14 EACH AND ALL,\\nEACH AND ALL.\\nLittle thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clowe\\nOf thee from the hill-top looking down;\\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 height;\\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\\nI brought him home, in his nest, at even\\nHe sings the song, but it cheers 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 uproaro\\nThe lover watched his graceful maid,\\nAs mid the virgin train she strayed,\\nNor knew her beauty s best attire", "height": "3639", "width": "2273", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0030.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "THE PROBLEM. 15\\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.\\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 5\\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.\\nTHE PROBLEM.\\nI LIKE 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", "height": "3639", "width": "2273", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0031.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "16 THE PROBLEM.\\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,\\nUp from the burning core below,\\nThe canticles of love and woe\\nThe hand that rounded Peter s dome\\nAnd groined the aisles of Christiaji 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,\\nAs on its friends, with kindred eye\\nFor out of Thought s interior sphere\\nThese wonders rose to upper air;", "height": "3639", "width": "2273", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0032.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "THE PROBLEM. H\\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,\\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 Hne,\\nThe younger Golden Lips or mines,\\nTaylor, the Shakspeare 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": "3639", "width": "2273", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0033.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "18 TO RHEA.\\nTO RHEA.\\nThee, 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\\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 roadj\\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.", "height": "3639", "width": "2273", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0034.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "TO RHEA. 19\\nForget never their command,\\nBut make the statute of this land.\\nAs they lead, so foUow all,\\nEver have done, ever shall.\\nWarning to the blind and deaf,\\nT is written on the iron leaf,\\nWho drinks of Cupid s nectar cup\\nLoveth downward, and not up\\nHe who loves, of gods or men.\\nShall not by the same be loved again 5\\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 knowSj\\nProfuse in love, the king bestows.\\nSaying, Hearken Earth, Sea, Air\\nThis monument of my despair\\nBuild I to the All-Good, AU-Fair.\\nNot for a private good,\\nBut I, from my beatitude.", "height": "3639", "width": "2273", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0035.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "20 THE VISIT.\\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.\\nTHE VISIT.\\nAsKEST, *How long thou shalt stay?\\nDevastator of the day\\nKnow, each substance and relation,\\nThorough natm-e s operation.\\nHath its unit, bound and metre\\nAnd every new compound\\nIs some product and repeater,-\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\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,", "height": "3639", "width": "2273", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0036.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "URIEL. 21\\nFleeter far than whirlwinds go.\\nOr for service, or delight,\\nHearts to hearts their meaning show,\\nSum their long experience,\\nAnd import intelligence.\\nSingle look has drained the breast j\\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.\\nURIEL.\\nIt 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,\\nSeyd 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 jusi,\\nOrb, quintessence, and sunbeams.", "height": "3639", "width": "2273", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0037.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "22 URIEL.\\nWhat subsisteth, and what seems.\\nOne, with low tones that decide,\\nAnd doubt and reverend use defied^\\nWith a look that sol\\\\^ed 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 headsj\\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\\nWithdrew, that hour, into his cloud 5\\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,", "height": "3639", "width": "2273", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0038.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "THE WORLD-SOUL. 23\\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 horn,\\nCame Uriel s voice of cherub scorn.\\nAnd a blush tinged the upper sky,\\nAnd the gods shook, they knew not why.\\nTHE WORLD-SOUL.\\nThanks 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": "3639", "width": "2273", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0039.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "24 THE WORLD-SOUL.\\nThe politics are base\\nThe letters do not cheer\\nAnd tis far in the deeps of history.\\nThe voice that speaketh clear.\\nTrade and the streets ensnare us,\\nOur 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.\\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;", "height": "3639", "width": "2273", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0040.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "THE WORLD-SOUL. 25\\nStars taunt us by a mystery\\nWhich we could never spell.\\nIf but cne hero knew it,\\nxhe world would blush in flame i\\nThe sage, till he hit the secret,\\nWould hang his head for shame.\\nOur brothers have not read it,\\nNot one has found the key\\nAnd henceforth we are comforted,\\nWe are but such as they.\\nStill, still the secret presses\\nThe n earing 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 never swerves.\\nNor yields to men the helm\\nHe shoots his thought, by hidden nerves,\\nThroughout the solid realm.", "height": "3639", "width": "2273", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0041.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "THE WORLD-SOUL.\\nThe patient Daemon sits,\\nWith roses and a shroud\\nHe has his way, and deals his gifts,-\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\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.\\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", "height": "3639", "width": "2273", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0042.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "ALPHONSO OF CASTILE. 27\\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.\\nALPHONSO OF CASTILE.\\nI, Alphonso, 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.\\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", "height": "3639", "width": "2273", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0043.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "28 ALPHONSO OF CASTILE.\\nMighty projects countermanded;\\nKash 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 selfness grown,\\nThink nature barely serves for one\\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 cap. 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", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0044.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "ALPHONSO OF CASTILE. 29\\nTeach your pupils now with plenty,\\nFor one sun supply us twenty.\\nI have thought it thoroughly over,\\nState of hermit, state of lover\\nWe must have society,\\nWe cannot spare variety.\\nHear you, then, celestial fellows\\nFits not to be overzealous\\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 i^aen I\\nMy counsel is, kill nine in ten.\\nAnd bestow the shares of all\\nOn the remnant decimal.\\nAdd their nine lives to this cat i\\nStuff their nine brains in one 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.\\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": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0045.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "30 MITHRIDATES.\\nMITHRIDATES.\\nI CA:n NOT spare water or wine,\\nTobacco-leaf, or poppy, or rose\\nFrom the earth-poles to the line,\\nAll between that works or grows,\\nEvery thing is kin of mine,\\nGive me agates for my meat\\nGive me cantharids to eat\\nFrom air and ocean bring me foodsy\\nFrom all zones and altitudes\\nFrom all natui es, sharp and slimy,\\nSalt and basalt, wild and tame\\nTree and lichen, ape, sea-lion,\\nBird, and reptile, be my game.\\nIvy for my fillet band\\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.\\nToo 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,", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0046.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "TO J. W, 31\\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 I\\nTO J. W.\\nSet not thy foot on graves\\nHear what wine and roses say;\\nThe mountain chase, the summer waves,\\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,\\nHis sheet of lead.\\nAnd trophies buried\\nGo, get them where he earned them when alive i\\nAs resolutely dig or dive.\\nLife is too short to waste\\nIn critic peep or cynic bark,", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0047.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "32 DESTINY,\\nQuarrel or reprimand:\\nT will soon be dark\\nUp mind thine own aim, and\\nGod speed the mark\\nDESTINY.\\nThat you are fair or wise is vain,\\nOr strong, or rich, or generous\\nYou must add the untaught strain\\nThat sheds beauty on the rose.\\nThere s 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,\\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 5\\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.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0048.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "GUY. 33\\nOr how thy supper is sodden;\\nAnd another is born\\nTo make the sun forgotten.\\nSurely he carries a talisman\\nUnder his tongue\\nBroad his shoulders are 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.\\nIn coarsest weeds 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.\\nGUY.\\nMortal mixed of middle clay,\\nAttempered to the night and day,\\nInterchangeable with things,\\nNeeds no amulets nor rings.\\nVOL. IX. 3", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0049.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "34 GUY.\\nGuy possessed the talisman\\nThat all things from him began;\\nAnd as, of old, Polycrates\\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.\\nFearless Guy had never foes.\\nHe did their weapons decompose.\\nAimed at him, the blushing blade\\nHealed as fast the wounds it made.\\nIf on the foeman fell his gaze,\\nHim it would straightway blind or crazso\\nIn the street, if he turned round,\\nHis eye the eye twas 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 i\\nThe siroc found it on its way.\\nTo speed his sails, to dry his hay^", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0050.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "HAMATREYA. 35\\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;\\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.\\nHAMATREYA.\\nBuLKELEY, Hunt, WiUard, Hosmer, Meriam, Flint,\\nPossessed the land which rendered to their toil\\nHay, corn, roots, hemp, flax, apples, wool and wood.\\nEach of these landlords walked amidst his farm,\\nSaying, Tis mine, my children s and my name s.\\nHow sweet the west wind sounds in my own trees\\nHow graceful climb those shadows on my hill\\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.\\nWhere are these men Asleep beneath their grounds\\nAnd strangers, fond as they, their furrows plough.\\nEarth laughs in flowers, to see her boastful boys\\nEarth-proud, proud of the earth which is not theirs\\nWho steer the plough, but cannot steer their feet\\nClear of the grave.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0051.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "86 HAMATREYA.\\nThey added ridge to valley, brook to pond,\\nAnd sighed for all that bounded their domain;\\nThis suits me for a pasture that s my park\\nWe must have clay, lime, gravel, granite-ledge.\\nAnd misty lowland, where to go for peat.\\nThe land is well, lies fairly to the south.\\nT is good, when you have crossed the sea and back^\\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.\\nMine and yours\\nMine, not yours^\\nEarth endures\\nStars abide\\nShine down in the eld sea?\\nOld are the shores\\nBut where are old men\\nI who have seen much,\\nSuch have I never seen.\\n*The lawyer s deed\\nRan sure.\\nIn tail,\\nTo them, and to their heirs\\nWho shall succeed,\\nWithout fail,\\nForevermore.\\n*Here is the land.\\nShaggy with wood,", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0052.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "GOOD-BYE. 37\\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.\\n*They called me theirs.\\nWho so controlled me\\nYet every one\\nWished to stay, and is gone.\\nHow am I theirs,\\nIf they cannot hold me.\\nBut I hold them?\\nWhen I heard the Earth-song,\\nI was no longer hrave\\nMy avarice cooled\\nLike lust in the chill of the grare.\\nGOOD-BYE.\\nGood-bye, proud world I m going home\\nThou art not my friend, and I m not thine.\\nLong through thy weary crowds I roam\\nA river-ark on the ocean brine,\\nLong I ve been tossed like the driven foam\\nBut now, proud world! I m going home.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0053.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "88 GOOD-BYE.\\nGood-bye to Flattery s fawning face 5\\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^\\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": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0054.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "THE RHODORA. THE HUMBLE-BEE. 39\\nTHE RHODORA:\\nON BEING ASKED, WHENCE IS THE FLOWER?\\nIn May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes,\\nI found the fresh Rhodora in the woods.\\nSpreading its leafless blooms in a damp nook,\\nTo please the desert and the sluggish brook.\\nThe purple petals, fallen in the pool.\\nMade the black water with their beauty gay\\nHere might the red-bird come his plumes to cool,\\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 seeing,\\nThen Beauty is its own excuse for being\\nWhy thou wert there, O rival of the rose\\nI never thought to ask, I never knew\\nBut, in my simple ignorance, suppose\\nThe self-same Power that brought me there brought\\nyou.\\nTHE HUMBLE-BEE.\\nBurly, 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", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0055.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "40 THE HUMBLE-BEE.\\nKeep me nearer, me thy hearer,\\nSinging over shrubs and vineSo\\nInsect lover of the sun,\\nJoy of thy dominion\\nSailor of the atmosphere\\nSwimmer through the waves of air|\\nVoyager of light and noon\\nEpicurean of June\\nWait, I prithee, till I come\\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,\\nAjid 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\\nOf gulfs of sweetness without bound\\nIn Indian wildernesses found\\nOf Syrian peace, immortal leisure,\\nFirmest cheer, and bird-like pleasure.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0056.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "BERRYING. 43\\nAught unsavory or unclean\\nHath my insect never seen\\nBut violets and bilberry bells,\\nMaple-sap and daffodels,\\nGrass with green flag half-mast high.\\nSuccory to match the sky,\\nColumbine with horn of honey,\\nScented fern, and agrimony.\\nClover, catchfly, 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,\\nThou dost mock at fate and care,\\nLeave the chaff, and take the wheafc\\nWhen the fierce northwestern blast\\nCools sea and land so far and fast,\\nThou already slumberest deep\\nWoe and want thou canst outsleepj\\nWant and woe, which torture us,\\nThy sleep makes ridiculous.\\nBERRYING.\\nMat be true what I had heard,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nEarth s a howling wilderness.\\nTruculent with fraud and force,\\nSaid I, strolling through the pastures.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0057.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "42 THE SNOW-STORM,\\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, And didst thou deem\\nNo wisdom from our berries went\\nTHE SNOW-STORM.\\nAnnounced by all the trumpets of the sky,\\nArrives the snow, and, driving o er the fields,\\nSeems nowhere to alight the whited air\\nHides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven,\\nAnd veils the farm-house at the garden s end.\\nThe sled and traveller stopped, the courier s feet\\nDelayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit\\nAround the radiant fireplace, enclosed\\nIn a tumultuous privacy of storm.\\nCome see the north wind s masonry.\\nOut of an unseen quarry evermore\\nFurnished with tile, the fierce artificer\\nCurves his white bastions with projected roof\\nRound every windward stake, or tree, or door.\\nSpeeding, the myriad-handed, his wild work\\nSo fanciful, so savage, nought 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.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0058.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "WOODNOTES. 43\\nMaugre the farmer s sighs and at the gate\\nA tapering turret overtops the work.\\nAnd when his hours are numbered, and the world\\nIs all his own, retiring, as he were not.\\nLeaves, when the sun appears, astonished Art\\nTo mimic ^n slow structures, stone by stone,\\nBuilt in an age, the mad wind s night-work.\\nThe frolic architecture of the snow.\\nWOODNOTES.\\nI.\\nWhen the pine tosses its cones\\nTo the song of its waterfall tones,\\nWho speeds to the woodland walks?\\nTo birds and trees who talks?\\nCaesar 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,-\u00c2\u00ab\\nNor gun nor scythe to see.\\nSure some god his eye enchants\\nWhat he knows nobody wants.\\nIn the wood he travels glad,\\nWithout better fortune had,\\nMelancholy without bad.\\nKnowledge this man prizes best\\nSeems fantastic to the rest:\\nPondering shadows, colors, clouds,", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0059.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "44 WOODNOTES.\\nGrass-buds and caterpillar-shrouds,\\nBoughs on which the wild bees settlsj\\nTints that spot the violet s petal,\\nWhy Nature loves the number five,\\nAnd why the star-form she repeats i\\nLover of all things alive,\\nWonderer at all he meets,\\nWonderer chiefly at himself.\\nWho can tell him what he is?\\nOr how meet in human elf\\nComing and past eternities?\\nAnd such I knew, a forest seer,\\nA minstrel of the natural year.\\nForeteller of the vernal ides,\\nWise harbinger of spheres and tides,\\nA lover true, who knew by heart\\nEach joy the mountain dales impart\\nIt seemed that Nature could not raise\\nA plant in any secret place,\\nIn quaking bog, on snowy hill,\\nBeneath the grass that shades the rill,\\nUnder the snow, between the rocks.\\nIn damp fields known to bird and fox.\\nBut he would come in the very hour\\nIt opened in its virgin bower.\\nAs if a sunbeam showed the place.\\nAnd tell its long-descended race.\\nIt seemed as if the breezes brought him\\nIt seemed as if the sparrows taught him\\nAs if by secret sight he knew\\nWhere, in far fields, the orchis grew.\\nMany haps fall in the field", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0060.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "WOODNOTES. 45\\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 thrushes broods;\\nAnd the shy hawk did wait for him\\nWhat others did at distance hear,\\nAnd guessed within the thicket s gloom,\\nWas shown to this philosopher,\\nAnd at his bidding seemed to come.\\nIn unploughed Maine he sought the lumberers gang\\nWhere from a hundred lakes young rivers sprang\\nHe trode the unplanted forest floor, whereon\\nThe all-seeing sun for ages hath not shone\\nWhere feeds the moose, and walks the surly bear,\\nAnd up the tall mast runs the woodpecker.\\nHe saw beneath dim aisles, in odorous beds.\\nThe slight Linnsea hang its twin-born heads,\\nAnd blessed the monument of the man of flowers.\\nWhich breathes his sweet fame through the northern\\nbowers.\\nHe heard, when in the grove, at intervals.\\nWith sudden roar the aged pine-tree falls,\\nOne crash, the death-hymn of the perfect tree,\\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 build,\\nWhose giddy top the morning loved to gild.\\nThrough these green tents, by eldest Nature dressed,\\nHe roamed, content alike with man and beast.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0061.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "46 WOODNOTES.\\nWhere darkness found him he lay glad at night;\\nThere the red morning touched him with its light.\\nThree moons his great heart him a hermit made,\\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 stray.\\nTo make no step until the event is known,\\nA.nd ills to come as evils past bemoan.\\nNot so the wise; no coward watch he keeps\\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 dome;\\nWhere his clear spirit leads him, there s his road,\\nBy God s own light illumined and foreshowed.\\nTwas one of the charmed days\\nWhen the genius of God doth flow.\\nThe wind may alter twenty ways,\\nA tempest cannot blow;\\nIt may blow north, it still is warm;\\nOr south, it still is clear\\nOr east, it smells like a clover-farm;\\nOr west, no thunder fear.\\nThe musing peasant lowly great\\nBeside the forest water sate;\\nThe rope-like pine roots crosswise grown\\nComposed the network of his throne\\nThe wide lake, edged with sand and grass,\\nWas burnished to a floor of glass.\\nPainted with shadows green and proud\\nOf the tree and of the cloud.\\nHe was the heart of all the scene\\nOn him the sun looked more serene;", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0062.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "WOODNOTES. 47\\nTo hill and cloud his face was known,\\nIt seemed the likeness of their own;\\nThey knew by secret sympathy\\nThe public child of earth and sky.\\nYou ask, he said, what guide\\nMe through trackless thickets led,\\nThrough thick-stemmed woodlands rough and\\nwide.\\nI found the 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.\\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": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0063.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "48 WOODNOTES.\\nWOODNOTES.\\n11.\\nAs sunbeams stream througli liberal space\\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,\\n*I am the giver of honor.\\nMy garden is the cloven rock,\\nAnd my manure the snow;\\nAnd drifting sand-heaps feed my stoekj\\nIn summer s scorching glow.\\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.\\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", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0064.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "WOODNOTES. 49\\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 Avoods\\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 the lion rusheth,\\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.\\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.\\nWhoso walks in solitude\\nAnd inhabiteth the wood,\\nVOL. IX. 4", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0065.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "50 WOODNOTES.\\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.\\nAll ill dissolving in the light\\nOf his triumphant j)iercing 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;\\nThe mounting sap, the shells, the sea,\\nAll spheres, all stones, his helpers be 5\\nHe shall meet 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 wooes,\\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.\\nHeed the old oracles.\\nPonder my spells;", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0066.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "WOODNOTES, 61\\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 strings\\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\\nTis 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,\\nOf chemic matter, force and form,\\nOf poles and powers, cold, wet and warms\\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.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0067.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "52 WOODNOTES.\\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 WiU, of Want and Right,\\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 resounding 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,\\nMountain speech to Highlanders,\\nOcean tongues to islanders.\\nTo Fin and Lap and swart Malay,\\nTo each his bosom-secret say.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0068.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "WOODNOTES. 63\\nCome learn with me the fatal song\\nWhich knits the world in music strong,\\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.\\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 camest 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,", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0069.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "54 WOODNOTES.\\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.\\nWhen thou shalt climb the mountain cliff,\\nOr see the wide shore from thy skiff,\\nTo thee the horizon shall express\\nBut emptiness on emptiness\\nThere lives 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 not rise.\\nAnd Nature has miscarried wholly\\nInto failure, into folly.\\nAlas thine is the bankruptcy,\\nBlessed Nature so to see.\\nCome, lay thee in my soothing shade,\\nAnd heal the hurts which sin has madea\\nI see thee in the crowd alone\\nI will be thy companion.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0070.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "WOODNOTES. 55\\nQuit thy friends as the dead in doom,\\nAnd build to them a final tomb\\nLet the starred shade that nightly falls\\nStiil celebrate their funerals,\\nAnd the bell of beetle and of bee\\nKnell their melodious memory.\\nBehind thee leave thy merchandise,\\nThy churches and thy charities\\nAnd leave thy peacock wit behind\\nEnough for thee the primal mind\\nThat flows in streams, that breathes in winds\\nLeave all thy pedant lore apart\\nGod hid the whole world in thy heart.\\nLove shuns the sage, the child it crowns,\\nGives all to them who all renounce.\\nThe rain comes when the wind calls\\nThe river knows the way to the sea;\\nWithout a pilot it runs and falls,\\nBlessing all lands with its charity\\nThe sea tosses and foams to find\\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.\\nHearken once more\\nI will tell thee the mundane lore.\\nOlder am I than thy numbers wot.\\nChange I may, but I pass not.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0071.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "56 WOODNOTES.\\nHitl\\\\erto all things fast abide,\\nAnd anchored in the tempest ride^\\nTrenchant time behoves 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 vvdll, 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 motion\\nAnd the vast mass became vast ocean.\\nOnward and on, the eternal Pan,\\nWho layeth the world s incessant plan,\\nHalteth never in one shape.\\nBut forever doth escape,\\nLike wave or flame, into new forms\\nOf gem, and air, of plants, and worms.\\nI, that to-day am a pine.\\nYesterday was a 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.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0072.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "WOODNOTES. 6T\\nWith one drop sheds form and feature\\nWith the next a special nature\\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.\\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,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThe glowing angel, the outcast corse.\\nThou metest him by centuries.\\nAnd lo he passes like the breeze\\nThou seek st in globe and galaxy,\\nHe hides in pure transparency\\nThou askest in fountains and in fires,\\nHe is the essence that inquires.\\nHe is the axis of the star\\nHe is the sparkle of the spar\\nHe is the heart of every creature\\nHe is the meaning of each feature\\nAnd his mind is the sky.\\nThan aU it holds more deep, more high/", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0073.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "58 MONADNOC.\\nMONADNOC.\\nThotisaistd minstrels woke within me,\\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 I the south answers to the north\\nBookworm, break this sloth urbane\\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.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0074.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "MONADNOC. 59\\nEre yet the summoning voice was still,\\nI turned to Cheshire s haughty hill.\\nFrcm the fixed cone the cloud-rack flowed\\nLike ample banner flung abroad\\nTo all the dwellers in the plains\\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;\\nAn eyemark and 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\\nGauge and calendar and dial.\\nWeatherglass and chemic phial.\\nGarden of berries, perch of birds,\\nPasture of pool-haunting herds,\\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 morn and eve in light and shade;", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0075.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "60 MONADNOG.\\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 wrought 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 the dweller found\\nWoe is me for my hope s downfall\\nIs yonder squalid peasant all\\nThat this proud nursery could breed\\nFor God s vicegerency and stead?\\nTime out of mind, this forge of ores;\\nQuarry of spars in mountain pores\\nOld cradle, hunting-ground and bier\\nOf 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 plant and blood and kind,\\nBut speechless to the master s mind?\\nI thought to find the patriots\\nIn whom the stock of freedom roots;", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0076.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "MONADNOC. 61\\nTo myself I oft recount\\nTales of many a famous mount,\\nWales, Scotland, UrI, Hungary s dells\\nBards, Roys, Scanderbegs and Tells\\nAnd think how Nature in these towers\\nUplifted shall condense her powers,\\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 iight 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\\nIn tavern cheer and tavern joke,\\nSink, O 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.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0077.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "62 MONADNOC.\\nMany hamlets sought I then,\\nMany farms of mountain men.\\nKallyhig round a parish steeple\\nNestle warm the highland people,\\nCoarse and boisterous, yet mild,\\nStrong as giant, slow as child.\\nSweat and season are their arts,\\nTheir talismans are ploughs and carts\\nAnd well the youngest can command\\nHoney from the frozen land\\nWith cloverheads the swamp adorn,\\nChange the running sand to corn\\nFor wolf and fox, bring 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*,\\nWhilst the country s flinty face,\\nLike wax, their fashioning skill betrays,\\nTo fill the hoUows, sink the hills,\\nBridge gulfs, drain swamps, build dams and mills,\\nAnd fit the bleak and howling waste\\nFor homes of virtue, sense and taste.\\nThe World-soul knows his own affair,\\nForelooking, when he would prepare\\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 grottoes, where", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0078.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "MONADNOG, 63\\nHe slowly cures decrepit flesh,\\nAnd brings it infantile and fresh.\\nToil and temiDest 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.\\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 v/aiting ear.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0079.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "64 MONADNOC,\\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.\\nOft, 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,\\nOver tribes and over times,\\nAt the burning Lyre,\\nNearing me.\\nWith its stars of northern fire,\\nIn many a thousand years?\\n^Gentle 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.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0080.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "MONADNOC. 65\\nLet him heed who can and will\\nEnchantment fixed me here\\nTo stand the hurts of time, until\\nIn mightier chant I disappear.\\nIf thou trowest\\nHow the cliemic 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 snowflake s flight;\\nKnowest thou this?\\nO pilgrim, wandering not amiss\\nAlready my rocks lie light.\\nAnd soon my cone will spin.\\n*For the world was built in order.\\nAnd the atoms march in tune\\nRhyme the pipe, and Time the warder.\\nThe sun obeys them and the moon.\\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 bounds", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0081.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "MONADNOC.\\nMonadnoc is a mountain strong.\\nTall and good my kind among\\nBut well I know, no mountain can,\\nZion or Meru, measure with 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\\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,\\nEvery morn I lift my head.\\nSee 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.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0082.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "MONADNOC. 67\\nComes that cheerful troubadour,\\nThis mound shall throb his face beforOj\\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 sj)icier 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 drain;\\nSo the coinage of his brain\\nShall not be forms of stars, but stars,\\nNor pictures pale, but Jove and MarSc\\nHe comes, but not of that race bred\\nWho daily climb my specular head.\\nOft as morning wreathes my scarf,\\nFled the last plumule of the Dark,\\nPants up hither the spruce clerk\\nFrom South Cove and City Wharf.\\nI take him up my rugged sides.\\nHalf-repentant, scant of breath,\\nBead-eyes my granite chaos show,\\nAnd my midsummer snow:\\nOpen the daunting map beneath,-\u00e2\u0080\u0094", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0083.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "68 MONADNOG.\\nAll his county, sea and land,\\nDwarfed to measure of his hand 5\\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.\\nTis even so, this treacherous kite\\nFarm-furrowed, town-incrusted sphere,\\nThoughtless of its anxious freight,\\nPlunges eyeless on forever;\\nAnd he, poor parasite.\\nCooped in a ship he cannot steer,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\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 5\\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,", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0084.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "MONADNOC. 69\\nSo call not waste that barren cone\\nAbove the floral zone,\\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 affirmer 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 thy rocks\\nAnd the whole flight, with folded 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\\nWhere flowers each stone rosette and metope\\nbrave\\nStill is the haughty pile erect\\nOf the old building Intellect.\\nComplement of human kind,\\nHolding us at vantage still,\\nOur sumptuous indigence,\\nO barren mound, thy plenties fill!\\nWe fool and prate;", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0085.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "70 MONADNOC.\\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\\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.\\nAnd makest sane.\\nMute orator! well skilled to plead.\\nAnd send conviction without phrase.\\nThou dost succor and remede\\nThe shortness of our days.\\nAnd promise, on thy Founder s truth,\\nLong morrow to this mortal youth.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0086.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "FABLE. ODE. 71\\nFABLE.\\nThe mountain and the squirrel\\nHad a quarrel.\\nAnd the former called the latter Little Prig\\nBun replied,\\nYou are doubtless very big\\nBut all sorts of things and weather\\nMust be taken in together,\\nTo make up a year\\nAnd a sphere.\\nAnd I think it no disgrace\\nTo occupy my place.\\nIf I m not so large as you,\\nYou are not so small as I,\\nAnd not half so spry.\\nI 11 not deny you make\\nA very pretty squirrel track\\nTalents differ all is well and wisely put 5\\nIf I cannot carry forests on my back,\\nNeither can you crack a nut.\\nODE.\\nINSCRIBED TO W. H. CHAINING.\\nThough loath to grieve\\nThe evil time s sole patriot,\\nI cannot leave\\nMy honied thought\\nFor the priest s cant,\\nOr statesman s rant.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0087.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "72 ODE.\\nIf I refuse\\nMy study for their politiquej\\nWhich at the best is trick,\\nThe angry Muse\\nPuts confusion in my brain.\\nBut who is he that prates\\nOf the culture of mankind,\\nOf better arts and life\\nGo, 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.\\nVirtue palters Right is hence\\nFreedom praised, but hid\\nFuneral eloquence\\nBattles the coffin-lid.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0088.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "ODE. 73\\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.\\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", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0089.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "74 ODE.\\nLet man serve law for man\\nLive for friend^ig^ip^ Yiyq for love,\\nFor truth s and? harmony s behoof;\\nThe state may -follow how it can,\\nAs Olympus foLjows Jove.\\nYet do not 1^ implore\\nThe wrinkled S|hopman to my sounding woods,\\nNor bid the unj^iui^g senator\\nAsk votes of thi .^shes in the solitudes.\\nEvery one to hijg chosen work\\nFoolish hands n ;^ay mix and mar\\nWise and sure ,,fhe issues are.\\nRound they rol, i till dark is light,\\nSex to sex, an even to odd\\nThe over-god\\nWho marries F ight to Might,\\nWho peoples, u.npeoples,\\nHe who exterm^inates\\nRaces by stron^^^er races.\\nBlack by white faces,\\nKnows to bring phoney\\nOut of the lion\\nGrafts gentlest s^cion\\nOn pirate and T\\\\xrk.\\nI\\nThe Cossack eatij^ Poland,\\nLike stolen fruit\\nHer last noble is. ruined\\nHer last poet mu^^e\\nStraight, into dou^^i^ig band\\nThe victors dividt^\\nHalf for freedom strike and stand;\\nThe astonished ]V Tuse finds thousands at her side;", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0090.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "ASTR^A, 7r\\nASTR^A.\\nEach 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;\\nLouder than with speech tliey pray,\\nWhat am I comjjanion, say.\\nAnd the friend not hesitates\\nTo assign just place and mates\\nAnswers not4n 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 formj\\nAnd his thought the penal worm.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0091.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "76 ETIENNE DE LA BO^CE,\\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\\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 depths 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.\\nETIENNE DE LA BOECE.\\nI SERVE 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,-", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0092.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "COMPENSATION. 11\\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,\\nEqualizing small and large,\\nWhile the soul it doth surcharge.\\nTill the poor is wealthy grown,\\nAnd the hermit never alone,\\nThe traveller and the road seem one\\nWith the errand to he done,\\nThat were a man s and lover s part,\\nThat were Freedom s whitest chart.\\nCOMPENSATION.\\nWhy should I keep holiday\\nWhen other men have none\\nWhy but because, when these are gay,\\nI sit and mourn alone\\nAnd why, when mirth unseals all tongues.\\nShould mine alone be dumb?\\nAh! late I spoke to silent throngs,\\nAnd now their hour is come.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0093.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "78 FORBEARANCE, THE PARK,\\nFORBEARANCE.\\nmed all the birds wi\\nLoved the wood-rose, and left it on its stalk?\\nAt rich men s tables eaten bread and pulse?\\nUnarmed, faced danger with a heart of trust?\\nAnd loved so well a high behavior,\\nIn man or maid, that thou from speech refrained,\\nNobility more nobly to repay\\nO, be my friend, and teach me to be thine\\nTHE PARK.\\nThe prosperous and beautiful\\nTo me seem not to wear\\nThe yoke of conscience masterful,\\nWhich galls me everywhere.\\nI cannot shake off the god\\nOn my neck he makes his seat;\\nI look at my face in the glass,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\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.\\nYet spake yon purple mountain.\\nYet said yon ancient wood.\\nThat Night or Day, that Love or Crime,\\nLeads all souls to the Grood.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0094.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "FORERUNNERS. 79\\nFORERUNNERS,\\nLong I followed happy guides,\\nI could never reach their sides\\nTheir step is forth, and, ere the day\\nBreaks up their leaguer, and away.\\nKeen my sense, my heart was young,\\nRight 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 5\\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.\\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,\\nLi 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\\nLi sleep their jubilant troop is near,\\nI tuneful voices overhear", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0095.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "80 SURSUM CORDA.\\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.\\nSURSUM CORDA.\\nSeek not the spirit, if it hide\\nInexorable to thy zeal\\nTrembler, do not whine and chide;\\nArt thou not also real?\\nStoop not then to poor excuse\\nTurn on the accuser roundly; say,\\n^Here am I, here will I abide\\nForever to myself soothfast;\\nGo thou, sweet Heaven, or at thy pleasure stay I\\nAlready Heaven with thee its lot has cast,\\nFor only it can absolutely ceal.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0096.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "ODE TO BEAUTY. 81\\nODE TO BEAUTY.\\nWho gave thee, O Beauty,\\nThe keys of this breast,\\nToo credulous lover\\nOf blest and unblest?\\nSay, when in lapsed ages\\nThee knew I of old\\nOr what was the service\\nFor which I was sold?\\nWhen first my eyes saw thee,\\nI found me thy thrall,\\nBy magical drawings,\\nSweet tyrant of all\\nI drank at thy fountain\\nFalse waters of thirst\\nThou intimate stranger,\\nThou latest and first\\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 raindrop s are,\\nThe swinging spider s silver line,\\nThe ruby of the drop of wine.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0097.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "82 ODE TO BEAUTY.\\nThe shining pebble of the pond.\\nThou inscribest with a bond,\\nIn thy momentary play,\\nWould bankrupt nature to repay.\\nAh, what avails it\\nTo hide or to shun\\nWhom the Infinite One\\nHath granted his throne\\nThe heaven high over\\nIs the deep s lover\\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 cheeses.\\nIs it that my opulent soul\\nWas mingled from the generous t, hole 5\\nSea-valleys and the deep of skies\\nFurnished several supplies\\nAnd the sands whereof I m ma^^f/\\nDraw me to them, self -betrayed r\\nI turn the proud portfolio\\nWhich holds the grand designs\\nOi Salvator, of Guercino,\\nAnd Piranesi s lines.\\nI hear the lofty pseans\\nOf the masters of the shell,\\nWho heard the starry music\\nAnd recount the numbers well;\\nOlympian bards who sung\\nDivine Ideas below,", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0098.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "ODE TO BEAUTY. 83\\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 fornic,\\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,\\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.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0099.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "84 GIVE ALL TO LOVE.\\nQueen of things I dare not die\\nIn Being s deeps past ear and eyei\\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 I\\nGIVE ALL TO LOVE.\\nGive 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\\nBut it is a god.\\nKnows its own path\\nAnd the outlets of the sky.\\nIt was never for the meanj\\nIt requireth courage stout.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0100.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "GIVE ALL TO LOVE. 86\\nSouls above doubt,\\nValor unbending,\\nId 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,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nKeep thee to-day,\\nTo-morrow, forever,\\nFree as an Arab\\nOf thy beloved.\\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": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0101.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "86 TO ELLEN,\\nTO ELLEN\\nAT THE SOUTH.\\nThe 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.\\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.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0102.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "TO EVA. 87\\nFairest, choose the fairest members\\nOf our lithe society\\nJune s glories and September s\\nShow our love and piety.\\nThou shalt command us all,\\nAjDril s cowslip, summer s clover,\\nTo the gertian in the fall,\\nBlue-eyed pet of bine-eyed lover.\\nO come, then, quickly come\\nWe are budding, we are blowing;\\nAnd the wind that we perfume\\nSings a tune that s worth the knowingo*\\nTO EVA.\\nO FAIR and stately maid, whose eyes\\nWere kindled in the upper skies\\nAt the same torch that lighted mine\\nFor so I must interpret still\\nThy sweet dominion o er my willj\\nA sympathy divine.\\nAh! let me blameless gaze upon\\nFeatures thab 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": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0103.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "THINE EYES STILL SHINEB.\\nTHE AMULET.\\nYour picture smiles as first it smiled;\\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 blu\u00c2\u00a9^\\nAlas that neither bonds nor vows\\nCan certify possession\\nTorments me still the fear that love\\nDied in its last expression.\\nTHINE EYES STILL SHINED.\\nThine eyes still shined for me, though 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", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0104.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": "EROS. HERMIONE. 89\\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.\\nEROS.\\nThe 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,\\nNot to be improved.\\nHERMIONE.\\nOn 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,\\n5 If it be, as they said, she was not fair,\\nBeauty s not beautiful to me.\\nBut sceptred genius, aye inorbed.\\nCulminating in her sphere.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0105.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "90 HERMIONE.\\nThis Hermione absorbed\\nThe lustre of the land and oceaHj\\nHills and islands, cloud and tree.\\nIn her form and motion.\\n^I ask no bauble 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,\\nIll-bestead 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;", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0106.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "EERMIONE. 91\\nAs shepherd s lamp on far hill-side\\nSeems, by the traveller espied,\\nA door into the mountain heart,\\nSo didst thou quarry and unlock\\nHighways for me through the rock.\\n*Now, 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 warnig\\nAnd in every twinkling glade,\\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,\\nRiver and rose and crag and birdj\\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", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0107.jp2"}, "106": {"fulltext": "92 THE INITIAL LOVE,\\nAnd autumn s sunlit festivals,\\nTo musicj and to music s thought.\\nInextricably bound,\\nShe shall find thee, and be found.\\nFollow not her flying feet\\nCome to us herself to meet.\\nINITIAL, DAEMONIC, AND CELESTIAL LOVE\\nI.\\nTHE INITIAL LOVE.\\nVenus, when her son was lost,\\nCried him up and down the coast,\\nIn hamlets, palaces and parks,\\nAnd told the truant by his marks,\\nGolden curls, and quiver and bow.\\nThis befeU how long ago!\\nTime and tide are strangely changed,\\nMen and manners much deranged\\nNone will now find Cupid latent\\nBy this foolish antique patent.\\nHe came late along the waste.\\nShod like a traveller for haste\\nWith malice dared me to proclaim him.\\nThat the maids and boys might name him.\\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.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0108.jp2"}, "107": {"fulltext": "THE INITIAL LOVE. 93\\nI^eave 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\\nDoth 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,\\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 writj,\\nPlainer than the day,\\nUnderneath, within, above,\\nLove love love love.\\nHe lives in his eyes\\nThere doth digest, and work, and spinj\\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 tortest rein,\\nThat they may seize and entertain", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0109.jp2"}, "108": {"fulltext": "94 THE INITIAL LOVE,\\nThe glance that to their glance opposes,\\nLike fiery honey sucked from roses.\\nHe palmistry can understand,\\nImbibing virtue by his hand\\nAs if it were a hving root;\\nThe pulse of hands will make him mute 5\\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-dropped hints from Nature s sphere\\nDeeply soothe his anxious ear.\\nHeralds high before him run\\nHe has ushers many a one\\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,", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0110.jp2"}, "109": {"fulltext": "THE INITIAL LOVE. 95\\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.\\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 1\\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 5\\nCorrupted by the present toy\\nHe follows joy, and only joy.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0111.jp2"}, "110": {"fulltext": "THE INITIAL LOVE.\\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.\\nHe takes a sovran privilege\\nNot allowed to any liege\\nFor Cupid goes behind all law,\\nAnd right into himself does draw\u00c2\u00b0,\\nFor he is sovereignly allied,\\nHeaven s oldest blood flows in his side,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\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 stern Parcse on his part.\\nHis many signs cannot be told\\nHe has not one mode, but manifold.\\nMany fashions and addresses.\\nPiques, reproaches, hurts, caresses.\\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 onco", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0112.jp2"}, "111": {"fulltext": "THE DAEMONIC LOVE. 97\\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.\\nII.\\nTHE DEMONIC LOVE.\\nMan was made of social earth,\\nChild and brother from his birth,\\nTethered by a liquid cord\\nOf blood through veins of kindred pouredo\\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 else grew foreign in their light.\\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.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0113.jp2"}, "112": {"fulltext": "98 THE DJEMONIC LOVE.\\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,\\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 eyeso\\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": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0114.jp2"}, "113": {"fulltext": "THE DAEMONIC LOVE. 99\\nBeauty of a richer vein,\\nGraces of a subtler strain,\\nUnto men these moonnien 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\\nTis a sparkle passing\\nFrom each to each, from thee to me.\\nTo and fro perpetually\\nSharing all, daring ail,\\nLevelling, displacing\\nEach obstruction, it unites\\nEquals remote, and seeming oppositeSo\\nAnd ever and forever Love\\nDelights to build a road\\nUnheeded Danger near him strides,\\nLove laughs, and on a lion rides.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0115.jp2"}, "114": {"fulltext": "100 THE DEMONIC LOVE.\\nBut Cupid wears another face,\\nBorn into Dsemons less divine s\\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 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,\\nAnd the dogs of Fate unties.\\nShiver the palaces of glass\\nShrivel the rainbow-colored walls.\\nWhere in bright Art each god and sibjfl dwelt\\nSecure as in the zodiac s belt", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0116.jp2"}, "115": {"fulltext": "THE CELESTIAL LOVE, 101\\nAnd the galleries and halls,\\nWherem 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.\\nIII.\\nTHE CELESTIAL LOVE.\\nBut God said,\\n^I 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.\\n*Deep, deep are loving eyes.\\nFlowed with naphtha fiery sweet\\nAnd the point is paradise,", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0117.jp2"}, "116": {"fulltext": "102 THE CELESTIAL LOVE.\\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 the lights ye pour amain\\nGo, without check or intervals,\\nThrough from the empyrean walls\\nUnto the same again.\\nHigher far 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 termi\\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\\nSubstances at base divided,\\nIn their summits are united;\\nThere the holy essence rolls,\\nOne through separated souls\\nAnd the sunny ^on sleeps", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0118.jp2"}, "117": {"fulltext": "THE CELESTIAL LOVE. 103\\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,\\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.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0119.jp2"}, "118": {"fulltext": "104 THE CELESTIAL LOVE.\\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,\\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.\\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;", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0120.jp2"}, "119": {"fulltext": "THE APOLOGY. 105\\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,\\nAnd speak the speech of innocence.\\nAnd with hand and body and blood,\\nTo make his bosom-counsel good.\\nHe that feeds men serveth few\\nHe serves all who dares be true.\\nTHE APOLOGY.\\nThink me not unkind and rude\\nThat I walk alone in grove and glen\\nI go to the god of the wood\\nTo fetch his word to men.\\nTax not my sloth that I\\nFold my arms beside the brook;", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0121.jp2"}, "120": {"fulltext": "106 MERLIN.\\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.\\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.\\nMERLIN.\\nThy trivial harp will never please\\nOr fill my craving ear\\nIts chords should ring as blows the breeze^\\nFree, peremptory, clear.\\nNo jingling serenader s art.\\nNor tinkle of piano strings,\\nCan make the wild blood start\\nIn its mystic springs.\\nThe kingly bard\\nMust smite the chords rudely and hard.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0122.jp2"}, "121": {"fulltext": "MERLIN. 107\\nAs with hammer or with mace\\nThat they may render back\\nArtful thunder, which conveys\\nSecrets of the solar track,\\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 cavOo\\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,\\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.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0123.jp2"}, "122": {"fulltext": "108 MERLIN.\\nForms more cheerly live and go,\\nWhat time the subtle mind\\nSings aloud the tune whereto\\nTheir pulses beat,\\nAnd march their fett,\\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.\\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 aifect 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", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0124.jp2"}, "123": {"fulltext": "MERLIN. 109\\nThe flowing fortunes of a thousand years\\nSudden, at unawares,\\nSelf -moved, fly-to the doors,\\nNor sword of angels could reveal\\nWhat they conceal.\\nMERLIN.\\nII.\\nThe rhyme of the poet\\nModulates the kmg 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.\\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;", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0125.jp2"}, "124": {"fulltext": "110 MERLIN.\\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.\\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": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0126.jp2"}, "125": {"fulltext": "BACCHUS. Ill\\nBACCHUS.\\nBring me wine, but wine which never grew\\nIn the belly of the grape,\\nOr grew on vine whose tap-roots, reaching through\\nUnder the Andes to the Cape,\\nSuffer 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\\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 tha,t is shed\\nLike the torrents of the sun\\nUp the horizon walls,", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0127.jp2"}, "126": {"fulltext": "112 BACCHUS.\\nOr like the Atlantic streams, which run\\nWhen the South Sea calls.\\nWater and bread,\\nFood which needs no transmutingj\\nRainbow-flowering, wisdom-fruiting,\\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 5\\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\\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", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0128.jp2"}, "127": {"fulltext": "MEROPS. 113\\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.\\nMEROPS.\\nWhat care I, so they stand the same,\\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.\\nTOL. IX. 8", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0129.jp2"}, "128": {"fulltext": "114 SAADL\\nSAADI.\\nTrees in groves,\\nKine in droves,\\nIn ocean sport the scaly herds,\\nWedge-like cleave the air the birds,\\nTo northern lakes fly wind-borne ducks?\\nBrowse the mountain sheep in flocks,\\nMen consort in camp and town.\\nBut the poet 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.\\nMany 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 5\\nIn bower and hall\\nHe wants them all.\\nNor can dispense\\nWith Persia for his audience;", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0130.jp2"}, "129": {"fulltext": "SAADL 115\\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 5\\nWisdom of the gods is he,\\nEntertain it reverently.\\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,\\nWho in their pride forgive not ours.\\nThus the sad-eyed Fakirs preach\\n*Bard, when thee would Allah teach.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0131.jp2"}, "130": {"fulltext": "116 SAADI.\\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 5\\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.\\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 cots\\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 falshood, follow scorningo", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0132.jp2"}, "131": {"fulltext": "SAADI. 117\\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 en j oyer.\\nUnknowing war, unknowing crime,\\nGentle Saadi, mind thy rhyme;\\nHeed not what the brawlers say,\\nHeed thou only Saadi s lay.\\n*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,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nMan in man is imprisoned\\nBarefooted Dervish is not poor,\\nIf fate unlock his bosom s door,\\nSo that what his eye hath seen\\nHis tongue can paint as bright, as keen?,\\nAnd what his tender heart hath felt\\nWith equal fire thy heart shalt melt.\\nFor, whom the Muses smile upon,", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0133.jp2"}, "132": {"fulltext": "118 SAADL\\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,\u00e2\u0080\u0094*\\nIn heaven no star, on earth no spark,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\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\\nFlee from the goods which from thee flee;\\nSeek nothing, Fortune seeketh thee.\\nNor mount, nor dive all good things keep\\nThe midway of the eternal deep.\\nWish not to fill the isles with eyes\\nTo fetch thee birds of paradise\\nOn thine orchard s edge belong\\nAll the 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", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0134.jp2"}, "133": {"fulltext": "HOLIDAYS. 119\\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.\\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,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThat blessed gods in servile masks\\nPlied for thee thy household tasks/\\nHOLIDAYS.\\nFrom 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\u00c2\u00a7\\nIts root has pierced yon shady mound\\nToy no longer it has duties\\nIt is anchored in the ground.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0135.jp2"}, "134": {"fulltext": "120 XENOPHANES.\\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 goldo\\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.\\nXENOPHANES.\\nBy fate, not option, frugal Nature gave\\nOne scent to hyson and to wall-flower.\\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 flower,\\nSong, picture, form, space, thought and character\\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 knovr one element, explore another.\\nAnd in the second reappears the first.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0136.jp2"}, "135": {"fulltext": "THE DAY S RATION. 121\\nThe siDecious 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.\\nTHE DAY S RATION.\\nWhen I was born,\\nFrom all the seas of strength Fate filled a chalice,\\nSaying, This be thy portion, child this chalice,\\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 disgust.\\nAnd whether I am angry or content,\\nIndebted or insulted, loved or hurt.\\nAll he distils into sidereal wine\\nAnd brims my little cup heedless, alas\\nOf all he sheds how little it will hold,\\nHow much runs over on the desert sands.\\nXf 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 hour\\nBrings book, or starbright scroll of genius.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0137.jp2"}, "136": {"fulltext": "122 BLIGHT.\\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 adjourn\\nThe nearest matters for a thousand days\\nBLIGHT.\\nGive 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 and sun.\\ndew.\\nAnd rare and virtuous roots, which in these woods\\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\\nOf the round day, related to the sun", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0138.jp2"}, "137": {"fulltext": "BLIGHT. 123\\nAnd planted world, and full executor\\nOf their imperfect functions.\\nBut these young scholars, who invade our hills.\\nBold as the engineer who fells the wood.\\nAnd travelling often in the cut he makes.\\nLove not the flower they pluck, and know it not.\\nAnd all their botany is Latin names.\\nThe old men studied magic in the 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 eyes\\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,\\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 afiluence of love and song,\\nThe rich results of the divine consents\\nOf man and earth, of world beloved and lover.\\nThe nectar and ambrosia, are withheld;\\nAnd in the midst of spoils and slaves, we thieves\\nAnd pirates of the universe, shut out\\nDaily to a more thin and outward rind.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0139.jp2"}, "138": {"fulltext": "124 MUSKETAQUID.\\nTurn pale and starve. Therefore, to our sick eyeSj\\nThe stunted trees look sick, the summer short,\\nClouds shade the sun, which will not tan our hay,\\nAnd nothing thrives to reach its natural term\\nAnd life, shorn of its venerable length,\\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.\\nMUSKETAQUID.\\nBecause I was content with these poor fields.\\nLow, open meads, slender and sluggish streams.\\nAnd found a home in haunts which others scorned,\\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 life,\\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 Spring\\nVisits the valley break away the clouds,\\nI bathe in the morn s soft and silvered air.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0140.jp2"}, "139": {"fulltext": "MUSKETAQUID. 125\\nAnd loiter willing by yon loitering streprn.\\nSparrows far off, and nearer, April s birdj\\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 unburies\\nHere in pine houses built of new-fallen trees,\\nSupplanters of the tribe, the farmers dwell.\\nTraveller, to thee, perchance, a tedious road,\\nOr, it may be, a picture to these men,\\nThe landscape is an armory of pov/ers,\\nWhich, one by one, they know to draw and use\\nThey harness beast, bird, insect, to their work\\nThey prove the virtues of each bed of rock,\\nAnd, like the chemist mid his loaded jars,\\nDraw from each stratum its adapted use\\nTo drug their crops or weapon their arts withaL\\nThey turn the frost upon their chemic heap.\\nThey set the wind to winnow pulse and grain,\\nThey thank the spring-flood for its fertile slime,\\nAnd, on cheap summit-levels of the snow,\\nSlide with the sledge to inaccessible woods", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0141.jp2"}, "140": {"fulltext": "126 MUSKETAQUID.\\nO er meadows bottomless. So, year by year,\\nThey fight the elements with elements,\\n(That one would say, meadoTv and forest walked,\\nTransmuted in these men to rule their like,)\\nAnd by the order in the field disclose\\nThe order regnant in the yeoman s braino\\nWhat these strong masters wrote at large in miles,\\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\\nI am a willow of the wilderness,\\nLoving the wind that bent me. All my hurts\\nMy garden spade can heal. A woodland walk,\\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 lie?", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0142.jp2"}, "141": {"fulltext": "DIRGE. 127\\nCanst thou, thy pride forgot, like nature j)ass\\nInto the winter night s extinguished mood?\\nCanst thou shine now, then darkle.\\nAnd being latent, feel thyself no less?\\nAs, when the all-worshipped moon attracts the eye.\\nThe river, hill, stems, foliage are obscure^\\nYet envies none, none are unenviable.\\nDIRGE.\\nCONCORD, 1838.\\nI REACHED the middle of the mount\\nUp which the incarnate soul must climb,\\nAnd paused for them, and looked around,\\nWith me who walked through space and timeo\\nFive rosy boys with morning light\\nHad leaped from one fair mother s arms,\\nFronted the sun with hope as bright.\\nAnd greeted God with childhood s psalms.\\nKnows he who tills this lonely field\\nTo reap its scanty corn.\\nWhat mystic fruit his acres yield\\nAt midnight and at morn?\\nIn the long sunny afternoon\\nThe plain was fuU of ghosts;", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0143.jp2"}, "142": {"fulltext": "128 DIRGE.\\nI wandered up, I wandered dowUj\\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.\\nBut they are gone, the holy ones\\nWho trod with me this lovely vale 5\\nThe strong, star-bright companions\\nAre silent, low and pale.\\nMy good, my noble, in their prime,\\nWho made this world the feast it waSj\\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 pra/er, a hall for joy,\\nThey treated nature as they would.\\nThey colored the horizon round\\nStars flamed and faded as they bade,\\nAll echoes hearkened for their sound,\\nThey made the woodlands glad or mad.\\nI touch this flower of silken leaf,\\nWhich once our childhood knew\\nIts soft leaves wound me with a grief\\nWhose balsam never grew.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0144.jp2"}, "143": {"fulltext": "DIRGE. 129\\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 could st thou\\nIts heavy tale divine.\\n*Go, 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.\\n^Ye drew one mother s milk,\\nOne chamber held ye all;\\nA very tender history\\nDid in your childhood fall.\\nYou cannot unlock your heart,\\nThe key is gone with them\\nThe silent organ loudest chants\\nThe master s requiem/\\nVOL. K, 9", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0145.jp2"}, "144": {"fulltext": "130 THRENODY,\\nTHRENODY.\\nThe South-wind brings\\nLife, sunshine and desire,\\nAnd on every mount and meadow\\nBreathes aromatic fire;\\nBut over the dead he has no powerj\\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;\\n^.nd he, the wondrous child,\\nWhose silver warble wild\\nOutvalued every pulsing sound\\nWithin the air s cerulean round,\\nThe hyacinthine boy, for whom\\nMorn well might break and April blooi%\u00c2\u00ab=\u00c2\u00ab\\nThe gracious boy, who did adorn\\nThe world whereinto he was bom,\\nAnd by his countenance repay\\nThe favor of the loving Day,\\nHas disappeared from the Day s eyei\\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.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0146.jp2"}, "145": {"fulltext": "THRENODY. 131\\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\\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,\\nA while to share his cordial game.\\nOr mend his wicker wagon-frame,\\nStill plotting how their hungry ear\\nThat winsome voice again might hear 5\\nFor his lips could well pronounce\\nWords that were persuasions.\\nGentlest guardians marked serene\\nHis early hope, Ms liberal mien\\nTook counsel from his guiding eyes\\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", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0147.jp2"}, "146": {"fulltext": "132 THRENODY.\\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 foeSo\\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 beautiful parade,\\nStately matching in cap and coat\\nTo some tune by fairies played\\nA music heard by thee alone\\nTo works as noble led thee on.\\nNow Love and Pride, alas in vain,\\nUp and down their glances strain.\\nThe painted sled stands where it stood 5\\nThe kennel by the corded wood\\nHis gathered sticks to stanch the wall\\nOf the snow-tower, when snow should fallj\\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.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0148.jp2"}, "147": {"fulltext": "THRENODY. 133\\nStep the meek fowls 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\\nIn birdlike heaving? 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.\\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?", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0149.jp2"}, "148": {"fulltext": "134 THRENODY.\\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,\\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.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0150.jp2"}, "149": {"fulltext": "THRENODY. 135\\nThe eager fate which carried theo\\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.\\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\\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.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0151.jp2"}, "150": {"fulltext": "136 THRENODY.\\nThe pure shall see by their own will,\\nWhich overflowing Love shall fill,\\nTis not within the force of fate\\nThe fate-conjoined to separate.\\nBut thou, my votary, weejjest 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.\\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.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0152.jp2"}, "151": {"fulltext": "THRENODY. 137\\nAnd thoiightest 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 to tediousness.\\nAnd know my higher gifts unbind\\nThe zone that girds the incarnate mind.\\nWhen the scanty shores are full\\nWith Thought s perilous, whirling pool;\\nWhen frail Nature can no more,\\nThen the Spirit strikes the hour\\nMy servant Death, with solving rite,\\nPours finite into infinite.\\nWilt thou freeze love s tidal flow,\\nWhose streams through nature circling go?\\nNail 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\\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;", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0153.jp2"}, "152": {"fulltext": "138 THRENODY.\\nMasterpiece of love benign,\\nFairer that expansive reason\\nWhose omen tis, and sign.\\nWilt thou not ope thy heart to know\\nWhat rainbows teach, a;.id 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 pennanent y\\nHearts are dust, hearts loves remain;\\nHeart* s love will meet thee again.\\nRevere the Maker fetch thine eye\\nUp to his style, and manners of the skjo\\nNot of adamant and gold\\nBuilt he heaven stark and cold\\nNo, but a nest of bending reeds,\\nFlowering grass and scented weeds\\nOr like a traveller s 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 tsars of ancient sorrow\\nApples of Eden ripe to-morrow.\\nHouse and tenant go to ground.\\nLost in God, in Godhead found.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0154.jp2"}, "153": {"fulltext": "CONCORD HYMN. 139\\nCONCORD HYMN:\\nSUNG AT THE COMPLETION OF THE BATTLE MONUMENT,\\nAPRIL 19, 1836.\\nBy the rude bridge that arched the flood,\\nTheir flag to April s breeze unfurled,\\nHere once the embattled farmers stood,\\nAnd fired the shot heard round the world.\\nThe foe long since in silence slept\\nAlike the conqueror silent sleeps\\nAnd Time the ruined bridge has swept\\nDown the dark stream which seaward creepso\\nOn this green bank, by this soft stream,\\nWe set to-day a votive stone\\nThat memory may their deed redeem.\\nWhen, like our sires, our sons are gone.\\nSpirit, that made those heroes dare\\nTo die, and leave their children free,\\nBid Time and Nature gently spare\\nThe shaft we raise to them and theeo", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0155.jp2"}, "154": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0156.jp2"}, "155": {"fulltext": "n.\\nMAY-DAY AND OTHER PIECES.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0157.jp2"}, "156": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0158.jp2"}, "157": {"fulltext": "MAY-DAY.\\nDaughter of Heaven and Earth, coy Springe\\nWith sudden passion languishing,\\nTeaching barren moors to smile,\\nPainting pictures mile on mile,\\nHolds a cup with cowslip-wreaths.\\nWhence a smokeless incense breathes.\\nThe air is full of whistlings bland\\nWhat was that I heard\\nOut of the hazy land?\\nHarp of the wind, or song of bird,\\nOr vagrant booming of the air.\\nVoice of a meteor lost in day?\\nSuch tidings of the starry sphere\\nCan this elastic air convey.\\nOr haply t was the cannonade\\nOf the pent and darkened lake,\\nCooled by the pendent mountain s shade,\\nWhose deeps, till beams of noonday breakj,\\nAfflicted moan, and latest hold\\nEven into May the iceberg cold.\\nWas it a squirrel s pettish bark,\\nOr clarionet of jay or hark\\nWhere yon wedged line the Nestor leads.\\nSteering north with raucous cry\\nThrough tracts and provinces of sky,\\nEvery night alighting down", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0159.jp2"}, "158": {"fulltext": "144 MAY-DAY.\\nIn new landscapes of romance,\\nWhere darkling feed the clamorous clans\\nBy lonely lakes to men miknown.\\nCome the tumult whence it will,\\nVoice of sport, or rush of wings,\\nIt is a sound, it is a token\\nThat the marble sleep is broken,\\nAnd a change has passed on things.\\nWhen late I walked, in earlier days,\\nAll was stiff and stark;\\nKnee-deep snows choked all the ways.\\nIn the sky no spark\\nFirm-braced I sought my ancient woods.\\nStruggling through the drifted roads\\nThe whited desert knew me not,\\nSnow-ridges masked each darling spot*,\\nThe summer dells, by genius haunted,\\nOne arctic moon had disenchanted.\\nAll the sweet secrets therein hid\\nBy Fancy, ghastly spells undid.\\nEldest mason. Frost, had piled\\nSwift cathedrals in the wild;\\nThe piny hosts were sheeted ghosts\\nIn the star-lit minster aisled.\\nI found no joy the icy wind\\nMight rule the forest to his mind.\\nWho would freeze on frozen lakes\\nBack to books and sheltered home.\\nAnd wood-fire flickering on the walls.\\nTo hear, when, mid our talk and gameSj\\nWithout the baffled north-wind calls.\\nBut soft a sultry morning breaks", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0160.jp2"}, "159": {"fulltext": "MAY-DAY. 145\\nThe ground-pines wash their rusty green,\\nThe maple-tops their crimson tint,\\nOn the soft path each track is seen,\\nThe girl s foot leaves its neater print.\\nThe pebble loosened from the frost\\nAsks of the urchin to be tost.\\nIn flint and marble beats a heart,\\nThe kind Earth takes her children s part,\\nThe green lane is the school-boy s friend.\\nLow leaves his quarrel apprehend,\\nThe fresh ground loves his top and ball,\\nThe air rings jocund to his call.\\nThe brimming brook invites a leap.\\nHe dives the hollow, climbs the steep.\\nThe caged linnet in the spring\\nHearkens for the choral glee.\\nWhen his fellows on the wing\\nMigrate from the Southern Sea;\\nWhen trellised grapes their flowers unmaskj\\nAnd the new-born tendrils twine.\\nThe old wine darkling in the cask\\nFeels the bloom on the living vine.\\nAnd bursts the hoops at hint of spring:\\nAnd so, perchance, in Adam s race,\\nOf Eden s bower some dream-like trace\\nSurvived the Flight and swam the Floodj\\nAnd wakes the wish in youngest blood\\nTo tread the forfeit Paradise,\\nAnd feed once more the exile s eyes;\\nAnd ever when the happy child\\nIn May beholds the blooming wild,\\nVOL. IX. 10", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0161.jp2"}, "160": {"fulltext": "146 MAY-DAY.\\nAnd hears in heaven the bluebird sing,\\nOnward, he cries, your baskets bring,\\nIn the next field is air more mild,\\nAnd o er yon hazy crest is Eden s balmier\\nspring.\\nNot for a regiment s parade,\\nNor evil laws or rulers made,\\nBlue Walden rolls its cannonade,\\nBut for a lofty sign\\nWhich the Zodiac threw.\\nThat the bondage-days are told,\\nAnd waters free as winds shall flow.\\nLo how aU the tribes combine\\nTo rout the flying foe.\\nSee, every patriot oak-leaf throws\\nHis elfin length upon the snows,\\nNot idle, since the leaf all day\\nDraws to the spot the solar ray.\\nEre sunset quarrying inches down.\\nAnd half-way to the mosses brown-,\\nWhile the grass beneath the rime\\nHas hints of the propitious time.\\nAnd upward pries and perforates\\nThrough the cold slab a thousand gates.\\nTill green lances peering through\\nBend happy in the welkin blue.\\nAs we thaw frozen flesh with snow,\\nSo Spring will not her time forerun.\\nMix polar night with tropic glow.\\nNor cloy us with unshaded sun.\\nNor wanton skip with bacchic dance.\\nBut she has the temperance", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0162.jp2"}, "161": {"fulltext": "MAY-DAY. 147\\nOf the gods, whereof she is one,\\nMasks her treasury of heat\\nUnder east-winds crossed with sleet.\\nPlants and birds and humble creatures\\nWell accept her rule austere\\nTitan-born, to hardy natures\\nCold is genial and dear.\\nAs Southern wrath to Northern right\\nIs but straw to anthracite\\nAs in the day of sacrifice,\\nWhen heroes piled the pyre,\\nThe dismal Massachusetts ice\\nBurned more than others fire.\\nSo Spring guards with surface cold\\nThe garnered heat of ages old.\\nHers to sow the seed of bread,\\nThat man and all the kinds be fed\\nAnd, when the sunlight fills the hours,\\nDissolves the crust, displays the flowers.\\nBeneath the calm, within the light,\\nA hid unruly appetite\\nOf swifter life, a surer hope,\\nStrains every sense to larger scope,\\nImpatient to anticipate\\nThe halting steps of aged Fate.\\nSlow grows the palm, too slow the pearl:\\nWhen Nature falters, fain would zeal\\nGrasp the felloes of her wheel.\\nAnd grasping give the orbs another whirl.\\nTurn swiftlier round, tardy ball!\\nAnd sun this frozen side.\\nBring hither back the robin s call,\\nBring back the tulip s pride.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0163.jp2"}, "162": {"fulltext": "148 MAY-DAY.\\nWhy chidest thou the tardy Spring?\\nThe hardy bunting does not chide\\nThe blackbirds make the maples ring\\nWith social cheer and jubilee\\nThe redwing flutes his o-Jca-lee,\\nThe robins know the melting snow;\\nThe sparrow meek, prophetic-eyed,\\nHer nest beside the snow-drift weaves.\\nSecure the osier yet will hide\\nHer callow brood in mantling leaves,\\nAnd thou, by science all undone.\\nWhy only must thy reason fail\\nTo see the southing of the sun?\\nThe world rolls round, mistrust it not,\\nBefalls again what once befell;\\nAll things return, both sphere and mote.\\nAnd I shall hear my bluebird s note,\\nAnd dream the dream of Auburn dell.\\nApril cold with dropping rain\\nWillows and lilacs brings again.\\nThe whistle of returning birds.\\nAnd trumpet-lowing of the herds.\\nThe scarlet maple-keys betray\\nWhat potent blood hath modest May,\\nWhat fiery force the earth renews,\\nThe wealth of forms, the flush of hues;\\nWhat joy in rosy waves outpoured\\nFlows from the heart of Love, the Lord.\\nHither rolls the storm of heat\\nI feel its finer billows beat", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0164.jp2"}, "163": {"fulltext": "MAY-DAY. 149\\nLike a sea wliich me infolds\\nHeat with viewless fingers moulds,\\nSwells, and mellows, and matures,\\nPaints, and flavors, and allures,\\nBird and brier inly warms.\\nStill enriches and transforms,\\nGives the reed and lily length,\\nAdds to oak and oxen strength,\\nTransforming what it doth infold,\\nLife out of death, new out of old,\\nPainting fawns and leopards fells,\\nSeethes the gulf-encrimsoning shells,\\nFires gardens with a joyful blaze\\nOf tulips, in the morning s rays.\\nThe dead log touched bursts into leaf,\\nThe wheat-blade whispers of the sheaf.\\nWhat god is this imperial Heat,\\nEarth s prime secret, sculpture s seat?\\nDoth it bear hidden in its heart\\nWater-line patterns of all art\\nIs it Daedalus is it Love\\nOr walks in mask almighty Jove,\\nAnd drops from Power s redundant horD\\nAll seeds of beauty to be born?\\nWhere shall we keep the holiday.\\nAnd duly greet the entering May?\\nToo strait and low our cottage doors.\\nAnd all unmeet our carpet floors;\\nNor spacious court, nor monarch s hall,\\nSuffice to hold the festival\\nTTp and away! where haughty woods\\nFront the liberated floods:", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0165.jp2"}, "164": {"fulltext": "150 MAY-DAY.\\nWe will climb the broad-backed hills,\\nHear the uproar of their joy\\nWe will mark the leaps and gleams\\nOf the new-delivered streams,\\nAnd the murmuring rivers of sap\\nMount in the pipes of the trees,\\nGiddy with day, to the topmost spire,\\nWhich for a spike of tender green\\nBartered its powdery cap;\\nAnd the colors of joy in the bird,\\nAnd the love in its carol heard.\\nFrog and lizard in holiday coats,\\nAnd turtle brave in his golden spots;\\nWhile cheerful cries of crag and plain\\nReply to the thunder of river and main.\\nAs poured the flood of the ancient sea\\nSpilling over mountain chains.\\nBending forests as bends the sedge.\\nFaster flowing o er the plains,\\nA world-wide wave with a fpaming edga\\nThat rims the running silver sheet,\\nSo pours the deluge of the heat\\nBroad northward o er the land.\\nPainting artless paradises,\\nDrugging herbs with Syrian spices,\\nFanning secret fires which glow\\nIn columbine and clover-blow,\\nClimbing the northern zones,\\nWhere a thousand pallid towns\\nLie like cockles by the main.\\nOr tented armies on a plain.\\nThe million-handed sculptor moulds\\nQuaintest bud and blossom folds,", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0166.jp2"}, "165": {"fulltext": "MAY-DAY. 151\\nThe million-handed painter pours\\nOpal hues and purple dye\\nAzaleas flush the island floors,\\nAnd the tints of heaven reply.\\nWreaths for the May for happy Spring\\nTo-day shall all her dowry bring,\\nThe love of kind, the joy, the grace.\\nHymen of element and race.\\nKnowing well to celebrate\\nWith song and hue and star and state,\\nWith tender light and youthful cheer,\\nThe spousals of the new-born year.\\nSpring is strong and virtuous,\\nBroad-sowing, cheerful, plenteous,\\nQuickening underneath the mould\\nGrains beyond the price of gold.\\nSo deep and large her bounties are,\\nThat one broad, long midsummer daj\\nShall to the planet overpay\\nThe ravage of a year of war.\\nDrug the cup, thou butler sweet,\\nAnd send the nectar round\\nThe feet that slid so long on sleet\\nAre glad to feel the ground.\\nFill and saturate each kind\\nWith good according to its mind,\\nFill each kind and saturate\\nWith good agreeing with its fate,\\nAnd soft perfection of its plan\\nWillow and violet, maiden and man.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0167.jp2"}, "166": {"fulltext": "152 MAY-DAY.\\nThe bitter-sweet, the haunting air\\nCreepeth, bloweth everywhere\\nIt preys on all, all prey on it,\\nBlooms in beauty, thinks in wit,\\nStings the strong with enterprise,\\nMakes travellers long for Indian skies,\\nAnd where it comes this courier fleet\\nFans in all hearts expectance sweet,\\nAs if to-morrow should redeem\\nThe vanished rose of evening s dream.\\nBy houses lies a fresher green.\\nOn men and maids a ruddier mien,\\nAs if time brought a new relay\\nOf shining virgins every May,\\nAnd Summer came to ripen maids\\nTo a beauty that not fades.\\nI saw the bud-crowned Spring go forth,\\nStepping daily onward north\\nTo greet staid ancient cavaliers\\nFiling single in stately train.\\nAnd who, and who are the travellers?\\nThey were Night and Day, and Day and Nighty\\nPilgrims wight with step forthright.\\nI saw the Days deformed and low.\\nShort and bent by cold and snow;\\nThe merry Spring threw wreaths on them,\\nFlower-wreaths gay with bud and bell\\nMany a flower and many a gem,\\nThey were refreshed by the smell,\\nThey shook the snow from hats and shoon,\\nThey put their April raiment on;\\nAnd those eternal forms,\\nUnhurt by a thousand storms.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0168.jp2"}, "167": {"fulltext": "MAY-DAY. 153\\nShot up to the height of the sky again,\\nAnd danced as merrily as young men.\\nI saw them mask their awful glance\\nSidewise meek in gossamer lids\\nAnd to speak my thought if none forbids\\nIt was as if the eternal gods,\\nTired of their starry periods.\\nHid their majesty in cloth\\nWoven of tulips and painted moth.\\nOn carpets green the maskers march\\nBelow May s well-appointed arch,\\nEach star, each god, each grace amain,\\nEvery joy and virtue speed.\\nMarching duly in her train,\\nAnd fainting Nature at her need\\nIs made whole again.\\nT was the vintage-day of field and wood.\\nWhen magic wine for bards is brewed\\nEvery tree and stem and chink\\nGushed with syrup to the brink.\\nThe air stole into the streets of towns,\\nRefreshed the wise, reformed the clowns,\\nAnd betrayed the fund of joy\\nTo the high-school and medalled boy:\\nOn from hall to chamber ran,\\nFrom youth to maid, from boy to man,\\nTo babes, and to old eyes as well.\\n*Once more, the old man cried, *ye clouds.\\nAiry turrets purple-piled,\\nWhich once my infancy beguiled,\\nBeguile me with the wonted spell.\\nI know ye skillful to convoy\\nThe total freight of hope and joy", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0169.jp2"}, "168": {"fulltext": "154 MAY-DAY.\\nInto rude and homely nooks,\\nShed mocking lustres on shelf of books,\\nOn farmer s byre, on pasture rude,\\nAnd stony pathway to the wood.\\nI care not if the pomps you show\\nBe what they soothfast appear,\\nOr if yon realms in sunset glow\\nBe bubbles of the atmosphere.\\nAnd if it be to you allowed\\nTo fool me with a shining cloud,\\nSo only new griefs are consoled\\nBy new delights, as old by old,\\nFrankly I will be your guest.\\nCount your change and cheer the besto\\nThe world hath overmuch of pain,\\nIf Nature give me joy again.\\nOf such deceit 1 11 not complain.\\nAh well I mind the calendar,\\nFaithful through a thousand years,\\nOf the painted race of flowers,\\nExact to days, exact to hours,\\nCounted on the spacious dial\\nYon broidered zodiac girds.\\nI know the trusty almanac\\nOf the punctual coming-back.\\nOn their due days, of the birds.\\nI marked them yestermorn,\\nA flock of finches darting\\nBeneath the crystal arch.\\nPiping, as they flew, a march,\\nBelike the one they used in parting\\ntiast year from yon oak or larch", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0170.jp2"}, "169": {"fulltext": "3fAY-DAY. 155\\nDusky sparrows in a crowd,\\nDiving, darting northward free,\\nSuddenly betook them all,\\nEvery one to his hole in the wall,\\nOr to his niche in the apple-tree.\\nI greet with joy the choral trains\\nFresh from palms and Cuba s canes.\\nBest gems of Nature s cabinet,\\nWith dews of tropic morning wet,\\nBeloved of children, bards and Sj)ring,\\nO birds, your perfect virtues bring.\\nYour song, your forms, your rhythmic flight,\\nYour manners for the heart s delight,\\nNestle in hedge, or barn, or roof.\\nHere weave your chamber weather-proof,\\nForgive our harms, and condescend\\nTo man, as to a lubber friend.\\nAnd, generous, teach his awkward race\\nCourage and probity and grace\\nPoets praise that hidden wine\\nHid in milk we drew\\nAt the barrier of Time,\\nWhen our life was new.\\nWe had eaten fairy fruit,\\nWe were quick from head to foot,\\nAll the forms we looked on shone\\nAs with diamond dews thereon.\\nWhat cared we for costly joys,\\nThe Museum s far-fetched toys\\nGleam of sunshine on the wall\\nPoured a deeper cheer than all\\nThe revels of the Carnival.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0171.jp2"}, "170": {"fulltext": "156 3IAY-DAY.\\nWe a pIne-gi*ove did prefer\\nTo a marble theatre,\\nCould with gods on mallows dine,\\nNor cared for spices or for wine.\\nWreaths of mist and rainbow spanned.\\nArch on arch, the grimmest land\\nWhistle of a woodland bird\\nMade the pulses dance,\\nNote of horn in valleys heard\\nFilled the region with romance.\\nNone can tell how sweet,\\nHow virtuous, the morning air\\nEvery accent vibrates well\\nNot alone the wood-bird s call,\\nOr shouting boys that chase their ball,\\nPass the height of minstrel skill.\\nBut the ploughman s thoughtless cry,\\nLowing oxen, sheep that bleat.\\nAnd the joiner s hammer-beat,\\nSoftened are above their will,\\nTake tones from groves they wandered through\\nOr flutes which passing angels blew.\\nAll grating discords melt,\\nNo dissonant note is dealt.\\nAnd though thy voice be shrill\\nLike rasping file on steel.\\nSuch is the temper of the air.\\nEcho waits with art and care,\\nAnd will the faults of song repair.\\nSo by remote Superior Lake,\\nAnd by resounding Mackinac,", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0172.jp2"}, "171": {"fulltext": "MAY-DAY. 167\\nWhen northern storms the forest shake,\\nAnd billows on the long beach break,\\nThe artful Air will separate\\nNote by note all sounds that grate.\\nSmothering in her ample breast\\nAll but godlike words.\\nReporting to the happy ear\\nOnly purified accords.\\nStrangely wrought from barking waves^.\\nSoft music daunts the Indian braves,\\nConvent-chanting which the child\\nHears pealing from the panther s cave\\nAnd the impenetrable wild.\\nSoft on the south-wind sleeps the haze\\nSo on thy broad mystic van\\nLie the opal- colored days,\\nAnd waft the miracle to man.\\nSoothsayer of the eldest gods,\\nRepairer of what harms betide,\\nRevealer of the inmost powers\\nPrometheus proffered, Jove denied\\nDisclosing treasures more than true,\\nOr in what far to-morrow due\\nSpeaking by the tongues of flowers,\\nBy the ten-tongued laurel speaking,\\nSinging by the oriole songs.\\nHeart of bird the man s heart seeking\\nWhispering hints of treasure hid\\nUnder Morn s unlifted lid.\\nIslands looming just beyond\\nThe dim horizon s utmost bound;\\nWho can, like thee, our rags upbraid,", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0173.jp2"}, "172": {"fulltext": "158 MAY-DAY.\\nOr taunt us with our hope decayed?\\nOr who like thee persuade,\\nMaking the splendor of the air,\\nThe morn and sparkling dew, a snare\\nOr who resent\\nThy genius, wiles and blandishment?\\nThere is no orator prevails\\nTo beckon or persuade\\nLike thee the youth or maid:\\nThy birds, thy songs, thy brooks, thy gales,\\nThy blooms, thy kinds.\\nThy echoes in the wilderness.\\nSoothe pain, and age, and love s distress,\\nFire fainting will, and build heroic minds.\\nFor thou, O Spring! canst renovate\\nAll that high God did first create.\\nBe still his arm and architect.\\nRebuild the ruin, mend defect\\nChemist to vamp old worlds with new,\\nCoat sea and sky with heavenlier blue,\\nNew tint the plumage of the birds.\\nAnd slough decay from grazing herds,\\nSweep ruins from the scarped mountain,\\nCleanse the torrent at the fountain.\\nPurge alpine air by towns defiled.\\nBring to fair mother fairer child,\\nNot less renew the heart and brain.\\nScatter the sloth, wash out the stain,\\nMake the aged eye sun-clear.\\nTo parting soul bring grandeur near.\\nUnder gentle types, my Spring\\nMasks the might of Nature s king,", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0174.jp2"}, "173": {"fulltext": "THE ADIRONDACS. 159\\nAn energy that searches thorough\\nFrom Chaos to the dawning morrow;\\ninto all our human plight,\\nThe soul s pilgrimage and flight;\\nIn city or in solitude,\\nStep by step, lifts bad to good,\\nWithout halting, without rest,\\nLifting Better up to Best;\\nPlanting seeds of knowledge pure,\\nThrough earth to ripen, through heaven endure.\\nTHE ADIRONDACS,\\nA JOUKNAL.\\nDEDICATED TO MY rEM-OW-TEAVELLEES IN AUGUST, 1858.\\nWise and polite, and if I drew\\nTheir several portraits, you would own\\nChaucer had no such worthy crew,\\nISTor Boccace in Decameron.\\nWe crossed Champlain to Keeseville with our friends.\\nThence, in strong country carts, rode up the forks\\nOf the Ausable stream, intent to reach\\nThe Adirondac lakes. At Martin s Beach\\nWe chose our boats; each man a boat and guide,\\nTen men, ten guides, our company all told\u00c2\u00bb\\nNext morn, we swept with oars the Saranac,\\nWith skies of benediction, to Round Lake,\\nWhere all the sacred mountains drew around us,\\nTahawus, Seaward, Maclntyrej Baldhead,", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0175.jp2"}, "174": {"fulltext": "160 THE ADIRONDACS.\\nAnd other Titans without muse or name.\\nPleased with these grand companions, we glide on,\\nInstead of flowers, crowned with a wreath of hills.\\nWe made our distance wider, boat from boat.\\nAs each would hear the oracle alone.\\nBy the bright morn the gay flotilla slid\\nThrough files of flags that gleamed like bayonets,\\nThrough gold-moth-haunted beds of pickerel-flower,\\nThrough scented banks of lilies white and gold,\\nWhere the deer feeds at night, the teal by day,\\nOn through the Upper Saranac, and up\\nPere Raquette stream, to a small tortuous pass\\nWinding through grassy shallows in and out.\\nTwo creeping miles of rushesj pads and sponge.\\nTo FoUansbee Water and the Lake of Loons.\\nNorthward the length of FoUansbee we rowed,\\nUnder low mountains, whose unbroken ridge\\nPonderous with beechen forest sloped the shore.\\nA pause and council then, where near the head\\nDue east a bay makes inward to the land\\nBetween two rocky arms, we climb the bank,\\nAnd in the twilight of the forest noon\\nWield the first axe these echoes ever heard.\\nWe cut young trees to make our poles and thwarts,\\nBarked the white spruce to weatherfend the roof.\\nThen struck a light and kindled the camp-fire.\\nThe wood was sovran with centennial trees,\\nOak, cedar, maple, poplar, beech and fir,\\nLinden and spruce. In strict society\\nThree conifers, white, pitch and Norway pine,\\nFive-leaved, three-leaved and two-leaved, grew thereby.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0176.jp2"}, "175": {"fulltext": "THE ADIRONDACS. 161\\nOur patron pine was fifteen feet in girth,\\nThe maple eight, beneath its shapely towero\\nWelcome the wood-god murmured through the\\nleaves,\\nWelcome, though late, unknowing, yet known to me.\\nEvening drew on stars peeped through maple-boughs^\\nWhich o erhung, like a cloud, our camping fire.\\nDecayed millennial trunks, like moonlight flecks,\\nLit with phosphoric crumbs the forest floor.\\nTen scholars, wonted to lie warm and soft\\nIn well-hung chambers daintily bestowed.\\nLie here on hemlock-boughs, like Sacs and Sioux,\\nAnd greet unanimous the joyful change.\\nSo fast will Nature acclimate her sons,\\nThough late returning to her pristine ways.\\nOff soundings, seamen do not suffer cold\\nAnd, in the forest, delicate clerks, unbrowned,\\nSleep on the fragrant brush, as on down-beds.\\nUp with the dawn, they fancied the light air\\nThat circled freshly in their forest dress\\nMade them to boys again. Happier that they\\nSlipped off their pack of duties, leagues behind,\\nAt the first mounting of the giant stairs.\\nNo placard on these rocks warned to the polls,\\nNo door-bell heralded a visitor,\\nNo courier v/aits, no letter came or went,\\nNothing was ploughed, or reaped, or bought, or soldi\\nThe frost might glitter, it would blight no crop,\\nThe falling rain will spoil no holiday.\\nWe were made freemen of the forest laws,\\nVOL. IX. 11", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0177.jp2"}, "176": {"fulltext": "162 THE ADIRONDACS.\\nAll dressed, like Nature, fit for her own ends,\\nEssaying nothing she cannot perform.\\nIn Adirondac lakes,\\nAt morn or noon, the guide rows bareheaded;\\nShoes, flannel shirt, and kersey trousers make\\nHis brief toilette: at night, or in the rain,\\nHe dons a surcoat which he doffs at morn:\\nA paddle in the right hand, or an oar,\\nAnd in the left, a gun, his needful arms.\\nBy turns we praised the stature of our guides,\\nTheir rival strength and suppleness, their skill\\nTo row, to swim, to shoot, to build a camp,\\nTo climb a lofty stem, clean without boughs\\nFull fifty feet, and bring the eaglet down:\\nTemper to face wolf, bear, or catamount,\\nAnd wit to trap or take him in his lair.\\nSound, ruddy men, frolic and innocent.\\nIn winter, lumberers in summer, guides\\nTheir sinewy arms pull at the oar untired\\nThree times ten thousand strokes, from morn to eve,\\nLook to yourselves, ye polished gentlemen\\nNo city airs or arts pass current here.\\nYour rank is all reversed let men of cloth\\nBow to the stalwart churls in overalls\\nThey are the doctors of the wilderness.\\nAnd we the low-prized laymen.\\nIn sooth, red flannel is a saucy test\\nWhich few can put on with impunity.\\nWhat make you, master, fumbling at the oar?\\nWill you catch crabs Truth tries pretension here.\\nThe sallow knows the basket-maker s thumb;", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0178.jp2"}, "177": {"fulltext": "THE ADIRONDACS. 163\\nThe oar, the guide s. Dare you accept the tasks\\nHe shall impose, to find a spring, trap foxes,\\nTell the sun s time, determine the true north.\\nOr stumbling on through vast self-similar woods\\nTo thread by night the nearest way to camp?\\nAsk you, how went the hours?\\nAll day we swept the lake, searched every cove,\\nNorth from Camp Maple, south to Osprey Bay,\\nWatching when the loud dogs should drive in deer^\\nOr whipping its rough surface for a trout;\\nOr, bathers, diving from the rock at noon;\\nChallenging Echo by our guns and cries;\\nOr listening to the laughter of the loon\\nOr, in the evening twilight s latest red,\\nBeholding the procession of the pines\\nOr, later yet, beneath a lighted jack.\\nIn the boat s bows, a silent night-hunter\\nStealing with paddle to the feeding-grounds\\nOf the red deer, to aim at a square mist.\\nHark to that muffled roar a tree in the woods\\nIs fallen but hush it has not scared the buck\\nWho stands astonished at the meteoT light,\\nThen turns to bound away, is it too late\\nOur heroes tried their rifles at a mark,\\nSix rods, sixteen, twenty, or forty-five\\nSometimes their wits at sally and retort,\\nWith laughter sudden as the crack of rifle;\\nOr parties scaled the near acclivities\\nCompeting seekers of a rumored lake,\\nWhose unauthenticated waves we named\\nLake Probability, our carbuncle,\\nLong sought, not found.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0179.jp2"}, "178": {"fulltext": "164 THE ADIRONDACS.\\nTwo Doctors in the camp\\nDissected the slain deer, weighed the trout s brain,\\nCaptured the lizard, salamander, shrew,\\nCrab, mice, snail, dragon-fly, minnow and moth;\\nInsatiate skiU in water or in air\\nWaved the scoop-net, and nothing came amiss;\\nThe while, one leaden pot of alcohol\\nGave an impartial tomb to all the kinds.\\nNot less the ambitious botanist sought plants,\\nOrchis and gentian, fern and long whip-scirpus.\\nRosy polygonum, lake-margin s pride,\\nHypnum and hydnum, mushroom, sponge and moss,\\nOr harebell nodding in the gorge of falls.\\nAbove, the eagle flew, the osprey screamed.\\nThe raven croaked, owls hooted, the woodpecker\\nLoud hammered, and the heron rose in the swamp.\\nAs water poured through hollows of the hills\\nTo feed this wealth of lakes and rivulets,\\nSo Nature shed all beauty lavishly\\nFrom her redundant horn.\\nLords of this realm,\\nBounded by dawn and sunset, and the day\\nRounded by hours where each outdid the last\\nIn miracles of pomp, we must be proud,\\nAs if associates of the sylvan gods.\\nWe seemed the dwellers of the zodiac.\\nSo pure the Alpine element we breathed,\\nSo light, so lofty pictures came and went.\\nWe trode on air, contemned the distant town,\\nIts timorous ways, big trifles, and we planned\\nThat we should build, hard-by, a spacious lodge,\\nAnd how we should come hither with our sons,\\nHereafter, willing they, and more adroit.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0180.jp2"}, "179": {"fulltext": "THE ADIRONDACS. 165\\nHard fare, hard bed and comic misery,\\nThe midge, the blue-fly and the mosquito\\nPainted our necks, hands, ankles, with red bands\\nBut, on the second day, we heed them not,\\nNay, we saluted them Auxiliaries,\\nWhom earlier we had chid with spiteful names.\\nFor who defends our leafy tabernacle\\nFrom bold intrusion of the travelling crowd,\\nWho but the midge, mosquito and the fly,\\nWhich past endurance sting the tender cit,\\nBut which we learn to scatter with a smudge,\\nOr baffle by a veil, or slight by scorn\\nOur foaming ale we drank from hunters pans,\\nAle, and a sup of wine. Our steward gave\\nVenison and trout, potatoes, beans, wheat-bread\\nAll ate like abbots, and, if any missed\\n!rheir wonted convenance, cheerly hid the loss\\nWith hunters appetite and peals of mirth.\\nAnd Stillman, our guides guide, and Commodorep\\nCrusoe, Crusader, Pius JEneas, said aloud,\\nChronic dyspepsia never came from eating\\nFood indigestible then murmured some,\\nOthers applauded him who spoke the truth.\\nNor doubt but visitings of graver thought\\nChecked in these souls the turbulent heyday\\nMid all the hints and glories of the home.\\nFor who can tell what sudden privacies\\nWere sought and found, amid the hue and cry\\nOf scholars furloughed from their tasks and let\\nInto this Oreads fended Paradise,\\nAs chapels in the city s thoroughfares.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0181.jp2"}, "180": {"fulltext": "166 THE ADIRONDACS.\\nWhither gaunt Labor slips to wipe his brow\\nAnd meditate a moment on Heaven s rest.\\nJudge with what sweet surprises Nature spoke\\nTo each apart, lifting her lovely shows\\nTo spiritual lessons pointed home,\\nAnd as through dreams in watches of the night,\\nSo through all creatures in their form and ways\\nSome mystic hint accosts the vigilant,\\nNot clearly voiced, but waking a new sense\\nInviting to new knowledge, one with old.\\nHark to that petulant chirp! what ails the warbler?\\nMark his capricious ways to draw the eye.\\nNow soar again. What wilt thou, restless bird,\\nSeeking in that chaste blue a bluer light.\\nThirsting in that pure for a purer sky\\nAnd presently the sky is changed; O world!\\nWhat pictures and what harmonies are thine\\nThe clouds are rich and dark, the air serene,\\nBo like the soul of me, what if t were me\\nA melancholy better than all mirth.\\nComes the sweet sadness at the retrospect,\\nOr at the foresight of obscurer years\\nLike yon slow-sailing cloudy promontory.\\nWhereon the purple iris dwells in beauty\\nSuperior to all its gaudy skirts.\\nAnd, that no day of life may lack romance,\\nThe spiritual stars rise nightly, shedding down\\nA private beam into each several heart.\\nDaily the bending skies solicit man.\\nThe seasons chariot him from this exile.\\nThe rainbow hours bedeck his glowing chair,\\nThe storm-winds urge the heavy weeks along,", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0182.jp2"}, "181": {"fulltext": "THE ADIRONDACS. 167\\nSuns haste to set, that so remoter lights\\nBeckon the wanderer to his vaster home.\\nWith a vermilion pencil mark the day\\nWhen of our little fleet three cruising skiffs\\nEntering Big Tupper, bound for the foaming Falls\\nOf loud Bog River, suddenly confront\\nTwo of our mates returning with swift oars.\\nOne held a printed journal waving high\\nCaught from a late-arriving traveller,\\nBig with great news, and shouted the report\\nFor which the world had waited, now firm fact,\\nOf the wire-cable laid beneath the sea,\\nAnd landed on our coast, and pulsating\\nWith ductile fire. Loud, exulting cries\\nFrom boat to boat, and to the echoes round.\\nGreet the glad miracle. Thought s new-found path\\nShall supplement henceforth all trodden ways,\\nMatch God s equator with a zone of art,\\nAnd lift man s public action to a height\\nWorthy the enormous cloud of witnesses,\\nWhen linked hemispheres attest his deed.\\nWe have few moments in the longest life\\nOf such delight and wonder as there grew,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nNor yet unsuited to that solitude\\nA burst of joy, as if we told the fact\\nTo ears intelligent; as if gray rock\\nAnd cedar grove and cliff and lake should know\\nThis feat of wit, this triumph of mankind\\nAs if we men were talking in a vein\\nOf sympathy so large, that ours was theirs.\\nAnd a prime end of the most subtle element\\nW ^re fairly reached at last. Wake, echoing caves/", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0183.jp2"}, "182": {"fulltext": "168 THE ADIRONDACS.\\nBend nearer, faint day-moon Yon thundertops,\\nLet them liear well! tis theirs as much as ours.\\nA spasm throbbing through the pedestals\\nOf Alp and Andes, isle and continent,\\nUrging astonished Chaos with a thrill\\nTo be a brain, or serve the brain of man.\\nThe lightning has run masterless too long;\\nHe must to school and learn his verb and noun\\nAnd teach his nimbleness to earn his wage,\\nSpelling with guided tongue man s messages\\nShot through the weltering pit of the salt sea.\\nAnd yet I marked, even in the manly joy\\nOf our great-hearted Doctor in his boat\\n(Perchance I erred), a shade of discontent;\\nOr was it for mankind a generous shame.\\nAs of a luck not quite legitimate,\\nSince fortune snatched from wit the lion s part?\\nWas it a college pique of town and gown,\\nAs one within whose memory it burned\\nThat not academicians, but some lout,\\nFound ten years since the Californian gold\\nAnd now, again, a hungry company\\nOf traders, led by corporate sons of trade,\\nPerversely borrowing from the shop the tools\\nOf science, not from the philosophers,\\nHad won the brightest laurel of all time.\\nT was always thus, and will be hand and head\\nAre ever rivals: but, though this be swift,\\nThe other slow, this the Prometheus,\\nAnd that the Jove, yet, howsoever hid,\\nIt was from Jove the other stole his fire.\\nAnd, without Jove, the good had never beeno", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0184.jp2"}, "183": {"fulltext": "THE ADIRONDACS. 169\\nIt is not Iroquois or cannibals,\\nBut ever the free race with front sublime,\\nAnd these instructed by their wisest too,\\nWho do the feat, and lift humanity.\\nLet not him mourn who best entitled was,\\nNay, mourn not one let him exult,\\nYea, plant the tree that bears best apples, plant,\\nAnd water it with wine, nor watch askance\\nWhether thy sons or strangers eat the fruit:\\nEnough that mankind eat and are refreshed.\\nWe flee away from cities, but we bring\\nThe best of cities with us, these learned classifiers.\\nMen knowing what they seek, armed eyes of experts.\\nWe praise the guide, we praise the forest life,:\\nBut will we sacrifice our dear-bought lore\\nOf books and arts and trained experiment.\\nOr count the Sioux a match for Agassiz\\nO no, not we Witness the shout that shook\\nWild Tupper Lake witness the mute all-hail\\nThe joyful traveller gives, when on the verge\\nOf craggy Indian wilderness he hears\\nFrom a log-cabin stream Beethoven s notes\\nOn the piano, played with master s hand.\\nWell done he cries the bear is kept at bay,\\nThe lynx, the rattlesnake, the flood, the fire;\\nAll the fierce enemies, ague, hunger, cold,\\nThis thin spruce roof, this clayed log-waU,\\nThis wild plantation will suffice to chase.\\nNow speed the gay celerities of art,\\nWhat in the desert was impossible\\nWithin four walls is possible again,\\nCulture and libraries, mysteries of skill.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0185.jp2"}, "184": {"fulltext": "170 BRAHMA.\\nTraditioned fame of masters, eager strife\\nOf keen competing youths, joined or alone\\nTo outdo each other and extort applause.\\nMind wakes a new-born giant from her sleep.\\nTwirl the old wheels Time takes fresh start again.\\nOn for a thousand years of genius more.\\nThe holidays were fruitful, but must end;\\nOne August evening had a cooler breath\\nInto each mind intruding duties crept\\nUnder the cinders burned the fires of home;\\nNay, letters found us in our paradise:\\nSo in the gladness of the new event\\nWe struck our camp and left the happy hiUs.\\nThe fortunate star that rose on us sank not;\\nThe prodigal sunshine rested on the land,\\nThe rivers gambolled onward to the sea.\\nAnd Nature, the inscrutable and mute.\\nPermitted on her infinite repose\\nAlmost a smile to steal to cheer her sons.\\nAs if one riddle of the Sphinx were guessedo\\nBRAHMA.\\nIf the red slayer think he slays.\\nOr if the slain think he is slain.\\nThey know not well the subtle ways\\nI keep, and pass, and turn again.\\nFar or forgot to me is near;\\nShadow and sunlight are the same;", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0186.jp2"}, "185": {"fulltext": "FATE, 171\\nThe vanished gods to me appear;\\nAnd one to me are shame and fame.\\nThey reckon ill who leave me out;\\nWhen me they fly, I am the wings 5\\nI am the doubter and the doubt,\\nAnd I the hymn the Brahmin sings.\\nThe strong gods pine for my abode,\\nAnd pine in vain the sacred Seven;\\nBut thou, meek lover of the good\\nFind me, and turn thy back on heaven.\\nFATE.\\nDeep in the man sits fast his fate\\nTo mould his fortunes mean or great*.\\nUnknown to Cromwell as to me\\nWas Cromwell s measure or degree;\\nUnknown to him as to his horse,\\nIf he than his groom be better or worse.\\nHe works, plots, fights, in rude affairs,\\nWith squires, lords, kings, his craft compares,\\nTill late he learned, through doubt and fear,\\nBroad England harbored not his peer:\\nObeying Time, the last to own\\nThe Genius from its cloudy throne.\\nFor the prevision is allied\\nUnto the thing so signified\\nOr say, the foresight that awaits\\nIs the same Genius that creates.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0187.jp2"}, "186": {"fulltext": "172 FREEDOM,\\nFREEDOM.\\nOnce I wished I might rehearse\\nFreedom s paean in my verse,\\nThat the slave who caught the strain\\nShould throb until he snapped his chain*\\nBut the Spirit said, Not so\\nSpeak it not, or speak it low;\\nName not lightly to be said,\\nGift too precious to be prayed,\\nPassion not to be expressed\\nBut by heaving of the breast:\\nYet, wouldst thou the mountain find\\nWhere this deity is shrined.\\nWho gives to seas and sunset skies\\nTheir unspent beauty of surprise,\\nAnd, when it lists him, waken can\\nBrute or savage into man\\nOr, if in thy heart he shine.\\nBlends the starry fates with thine,\\nDraws angels nigh to dwell with thee,\\nAnd makes thy thoughts archangels be 5\\n^Freedom s secret wilt thou know?\\nCounsel not with flesh and blood;\\nLoiter not for cloak or food;\\nRight thou feelest, rush to do.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0188.jp2"}, "187": {"fulltext": "ODE. 173\\nODE.\\nSUNG IN THE TOWN HALL, CONCORD, JULY 4, \\\\857.\\nO TENDERLY the haughty day\\nFills his blue urn with fire\\nOne morn is in the mighty heaven,\\nAnd one in our desire.\\n.The cannon booms from town to town,\\nOur pulses beat not less,\\nThe joy-bells chime their tidings down,\\nWhich children s voices bless.\\nFor He that flung the broad blue fold\\nO er-mantling land and sea,\\nOne third part of the sky unrolled\\nFor the banner of the free.\\nThe men are ripe of Saxon kind\\nTo build an equal state,\\nTo take the statute from the mind\\nAnd make of duty fate.\\nUnited States the ages plead,\\nPresent and Past in under-song,\\nGo put your creed into your deed,\\nNor speak with double tongue.\\nFor sea and land don t understand.\\nNor skies without a frown\\nSee rights for which the one hand fights\\nBy the other cloven down.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0189.jp2"}, "188": {"fulltext": "174 BOSTON HYMN.\\nBe just at home then write your scroll\\nOf honor o er the sea,\\nAnd bid the broad Atlantic roll,\\nA ferry of the free.\\nAnd henceforth there shall be no chain,\\nSave underneath the sea\\nThe wires shall murmur through the main\\nSweet songs of liberty.\\nThe conscious stars accord above,\\nThe waters wild below,\\nAnd under, through the cable wove,\\nHer fiery errands go.\\nFor He that worketh high and wise,\\nNor pauses in his plan,\\nWill take the sun out of the skies\\nEre freedom out of man.\\nBOSTON HYMN.\\nBEAD IN MUSIC HALL, JANUARY 1, 1863b\\nThe word of the Lord by night\\nTo the watching Pilgrims came,\\nAs they sat by the seaside,\\nAnd filled their hearts with flame.\\nGod said, I am tired of kings,\\nI suffer them no more\\nUp to my ear the morning brings\\nThe outrage of the poor.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0190.jp2"}, "189": {"fulltext": "BOSTON HYMN. 175\\nThink ye I made this ball\\nA field of havoc and war,\\nWhere tyrants great and tyrants small\\nMight harry the weak and poor?\\nMy angel, his name is Freedom,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nChoose him to be your king\\nHe shall cut pathways east and west\\nAnd fend you with his wing,\\nLo I uncover the land\\nWhich I hid of old time in the West,\\nAs the sculptor uncovers the statue\\nWhen he has wrought his best;\\nI show Columbia, of the rocks\\nWhich dip their foot in the seas\\nAnd soar to the air-borne flocks\\nOf clouds and the boreal fleece.\\nI will divide my goods\\nCall in the wretch and slave:\\nNone shall rule but the humble,\\nAnd none but Toil shall have.\\nI will have never a noble,\\nNo lineage counted great;\\nFishers and choppers and ploughmen\\nShall constitute a state.\\nGo, cut down trees in the forest\\nAnd trim the straightest boughs\\nCut down trees in the forest\\nAnd build me a wooden house.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0191.jp2"}, "190": {"fulltext": "1T6 BOSTON HYMN.\\nCall the people together,\\nThe young men and the sires,\\nThe digger in the harvest field,\\nHireling and him that hires\\nAnd here in a pine state-house\\nThey shall choose men to rule\\nIn every needful faculty,\\nIn church and state and school.\\nLo, now if these poor men\\nCan govern the land and sea\\nAnd make just lavrs below the sun,\\nAs planets faithful be.\\nAnd ye shall succor men\\nT is nobleness to serve\\nHelp them who cannot help again\\nBeware from right to swerve.\\nI break your bonds and masterships,\\nAnd I unchain the slave\\nFree be his heart and hand henceforth\\nAs wind and wandering wave.\\nI cause from every creature\\nHis proper good to flow\\nAs much as he is and doeth,\\nSo much he shall bestow.\\nBut, laying hands on another\\nTo coin his labor and sweat.\\nHe goes in pawn to his victim\\nFor eternal years in debt.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0192.jp2"}, "191": {"fulltext": "BOSTON HYMN. 177\\nTo-day unbind the captive,\\nSo only are ye unbound\\nLift up a people from the dust,\\nTrump of their rescue, sound!\\nPay ransom to the owner\\nAnd fill the bag to the brim.\\nWho is the owner The slave is owners\\nAnd ever was. Pay him.\\nO North give him beauty for rags.\\nAnd honor, O South for his shame\\nNevada coin thy golden crags\\nWith Freedom s image and name.\\nUp! and the dusky race\\nThat sat in darkness long,\\nBe swift their feet as antelopes,\\nAnd as behemoth strong.\\nCome, East and West and Norths\\nBy races, as snow-flakes.\\nAnd carry my purpose forth,\\nWhich neither halts nor shakes.\\nMy will fulfilled shall be,\\nFor, in daylight or in dark,\\nMy thunderbolt has eyes to see\\nHis way home to the mark.\\nVOL. IX. 12", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0193.jp2"}, "192": {"fulltext": "178 VOLUNTARIES.\\nVOLUNTARIES.\\nLow and mournful be the strain,\\nHaughty thought be far from me\\nTones of penitence and pain,\\nMoanings of the tropic sea\\nLow and tender in the cell\\nWhere a captive sits in chains,\\nCrooning ditties treasured well\\nFrom his Afric s torrid plains.\\nSole estate his sire bequeathed,\\nHapless sire to hapless son,\\nWas the wailing song he breathed.\\nAnd his chain when life was done.\\nWhat his fault, or what his crime?\\nOr what ill planet crossed his prime?\\nHeart too soft and will too weak\\nTo front the fate that crouches near,\\nDove beneath the vulture s beak\\nWill song dissuade the thirsty spear\\nDragged from his mother s arms and breast,\\nDisplaced, disfurnished here,\\nHis wistful toil to do his best\\nChilled by a ribald jeer.\\nGreat men in the Senate sate.\\nSage and hero, side by side.\\nBuilding for their sons the State,\\nWhich they shall rule with pride.\\nThey forbore to break the chain", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0194.jp2"}, "193": {"fulltext": "V\\nVOLUNTARIES. 179\\nWhich hound the dusky trihe,\\nChecked hy the owners fierce disdain,\\nLured by Union as the bribe.\\nDestiny sat by, and said,\\n*Pang for pang your seed shall pay,\\nHide in false peace your coward head,\\nI bring round the harvest day.\\nII.\\nFreedom all winged expands,\\nNor perches in a narrow place\\nHer broad van seeks unplanted lands;\\nShe loves a poor and virtuous race.\\nClinging to a colder zone\\nWhose dark sky sheds the snow-flake down,\\nThe snow-flake is her banner s star,\\nHer stripes the boreal streamers are.\\nLong she loved the Northman well;\\nNow the iron age is done,\\nShe will not refuse to dwell\\nWith the offspring of the Sun;\\nFoundling of the desert far.\\nWhere palms plume, siroccos blaze,\\nHe roves unhurt the burning ways\\nIn climates of the summer star.\\nHe has avenues to God\\nHid from men of Northern brain,\\nFar beholding, without cloud,\\nWhat these with slowest steps attain.\\nIf once the generous chief arrive\\nTo lead him willing to be led,\\nFor freedom he will strike and strive,\\nAnd drain his heart till he be dead.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0195.jp2"}, "194": {"fulltext": "180 VOLUNTARIES,\\nIII.\\nIn an age of fops and toys,\\nWanting wisdom, void of right,\\nWho shall nerve heroic boys\\nTo hazard all in Freedom s fight,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nBreak sharply off their jolly games,\\nForsake their comrades gay\\nAnd quit proud homes and youthful dames\\nFor famine, toil and fray?\\nYet on the nimble air benign\\nSpeed nimbler messages.\\nThat waft the breath of grace divine\\nTo hearts in sloth and ease.\\nSo nigh is grandeur to our dust,\\nSo near is God to man,\\nWhen Duty whispers low. Thou must^\\nThe youth repHes, lean.\\nIV.\\nO, WELL for the fortunate soul\\nWhich Music s wings infold,\\nStealing away the memory\\nOf sorrows new and old!\\nYet happier he whose inward sight,\\nStayed on his subtile thought.\\nShuts his sense on toys of time,\\nTo vacant bosoms brought.\\nBut best befriended of the God\\nHe who, in evil times,\\nWarned by an inward voice.\\nHeeds not the darkness and the dread.\\nBiding by his rule and choice,\\nFeeling only the fiery thread", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0196.jp2"}, "195": {"fulltext": "VOLUNTARIES. 181\\nLeading over heroic ground,\\nWalled with mortal terror round,\\nTo the aim which him allures,\\nAnd the sweet heaven his deed secures.\\nPeril around, all else appalling,\\nCannon in front and leaden rain\\nHim duty through the clarion calling\\nTo the van called not in vain.\\nStainless soldier on the walls,\\nKnowing this, and knows no more,\\nWhoever fights, whoever falls,\\n^Justice conquers evermore.\\nJustice after as before,\\nAnd he who battles on her side,\\nGod, though he were ten times slain,\\nCrowns him victor glorified,\\nVictor over death and pain.\\nV.\\nBlooms the laurel which belongs\\nTo the valiant chief who fights;\\nI see the wreath, I hear the songs\\nLauding the Eternal Rights,\\nVictors over daily wrongs\\nAwful victors, they misguide\\nWhom they will destroy,\\nAnd their coming triumph hide\\nIn our downfall, or our joy\\nThey reach no term, they never sleep,\\nIn equal strength through space abide\\nThough, feigning dxvarfs, they crouch and creep,\\nThe strong they slay, the swift outstride:", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0197.jp2"}, "196": {"fulltext": "182 BOSTON,\\nFate s grass grows rank in valley clods,\\nAnd rankly on the castled steep,\\nSpeak it firmfy, these are gods,\\nAU are ghosts beside.\\nBOSTON.\\nSICUT PATRIBUS, SIT DEUS NOBIS.\\n[Bead in Faneuil Hall, on December 16, 1873 the Centennial Anniversary ol\\nthe Destruction of the Tea in Boston Harbor.]\\nThe rocky nook with hill-tops three\\nLooked eastward from the farms,\\nAnd twice each day the flowing sea\\nTook Boston in its arms\\nThe men of yore were stout and poor,\\nAnd sailed for bread to every shore.\\nAnd where they went on trade intent\\nThey did what freemen can,\\nTheir dauntless ways did all men praise,\\nThe merchant was a man.\\nThe world was made for honest trade^i\\nTo plant and eat be none afraid.\\nThe waves that rocked them on the deep\\nTo them their secret told;\\nSaid the winds that sung the lads to sleep,\\nLike us be free and bold", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0198.jp2"}, "197": {"fulltext": "BOSTON. 183\\nThe honest waves refused to slaves\\nThe empire of the ocean caves.\\nOld Europe groans with palaces,\\nHas lords enough and more\\nWe plant and build by foaming seas\\nA city of the poor\\nFor day by day could Boston Bay\\nTheir honest labor overpay.\\nWe grant no dukedoms to the few,\\nWe hold like rights, and shall\\nEqual on Sunday in the pew,\\nOn Monday in the mall,\\nypor what avail the plough or sailj\\nOr land or life, if freedom fail? v-\\nThe noble craftsman we promote,\\nDisown the knave and fool;\\nEach honest man shall have his vote.\\nEach child shall have his school.\\nA union then of honest men.\\nOr union never more again.\\nThe wild rose and the barberry thorn\\nHung out their summer pride,\\nWhere now on heated pavements worn\\nThe feet of millions stride.\\nFair rose the planted hills behind\\nThe good town on the bay.\\nAnd where the western hills declined\\nThe prairie stretched away.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0199.jp2"}, "198": {"fulltext": "184 BOSTON.\\nWhat care though rival cities soar\\nAlong the stormy coast,\\nPenn s town, New York and Baltimore,\\nIf Boston knew the most\\nThey laughed to know the world so wide;\\nThe mountains said, Good-day\\nWe greet you well, you Saxon men,\\nUp with your towns and stay\\nThe world was made for honest trade,\\nTo plant and eat be none afraid.\\nFor you, they said, no barriers be.\\nFor you no sluggard rest;\\nEach street leads downward to the sea,\\nOr landward to the west.\\nhappy town beside the sea.\\nWhose roads lead everywhere to all;\\nThan thine no deeper moat can be.\\nNo stouter fence, no steeper wall\\nBad news from George on the English throne\\nYou are thriving well, said he\\nNow by these presents be it known\\nYou shall pay us a tax on tea;\\nT is very small, no load at all,\\nHonor enough that we send the call.\\nNot so, said Boston, good my lord,\\nWe pay your governors here\\nAbundant for their bed and board,\\nSix thousand pounds a year.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0200.jp2"}, "199": {"fulltext": "BOSTON. 185\\n(Your Highness knows our homely word,)\\nMillions for self-government.\\nBut for tribute never a cent.\\nThe cargo came and who could blame\\nIf Indians seized the tea.\\nAnd, chest by chest, let down the same.\\nInto the laughing sea\\nFor what avail the plough or sail.\\nOr land or life, if freedom fail?\\nThe townsmen braved the English king,\\nFound friendship in the French,\\nAnd honor joined the patriot ring\\nLow on their wooden bench.\\nO bounteous seas that never fail!\\nO day remembered yet\\nO happy port that spied the sail\\nWhich wafted Lafayette\\nPole-star of light in Europe s night,\\nThat never faltered from the right.\\nKings shook with fear, old empires crave\\nThe secret force to find\\nWhich fired the little State to save\\nThe rights of all mankind.\\nBut right is might through all the world;\\nProvince to province faithful clung,\\nThrough good and ill the war-bolt hurled,\\nTill Freedom cheered and joy-bells rung.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0201.jp2"}, "200": {"fulltext": "186 BOSTON.\\nThe sea returning day by day\\nRestores the world-wide mart;\\nSo let each dweller on the Bay\\nFold Boston in his heart,\\nTill these echoes be choked with snows,\\nOr over the town blue ocean flows.\\nLet the blood of her hundred thousands\\nThrob in each manly vein\\nAnd the wits of all her wisest,\\nMake sunshine in her brain.\\nFor you can teach the lightning speech,\\nAnd round the globe your voices reach.\\nAnd each shall care for other,\\nAnd each to each shall bend,\\nTo the poor a noble brother.\\nTo the good an equal friend.\\nA blessing through the ages thus\\nShield all thy roofs and towers\\nGod with the fathers, so with us,\\nThou darling town of ours!\\nThis poem was begun several years before the War, but was not\\nfinished until the occasion of its delivery in 1873, the anniversary\\nfestival, when the piece was entirely remodelled.\\nSome of the suppressed stanzas are here given.\\nThe poem began thus\\nThe land that has no song\\nShall have a song to-day:\\nThe granite ledge is dumb too long,\\nThe vales have much to say:\\nFor you can teach the lightning speech,\\nAnd round the glob\u00c2\u00a9 your voices reach.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0202.jp2"}, "201": {"fulltext": "BOSTON. 187\\nAfter the lines on Lafayette followed these stanzas\\nO pity that I pause\\nThe song disdaining shuns\\nTo name the noble sires, because\\nOf the unworthy sons\\nFor what avail the plough or sail,\\nOr land or life, if freedom fail?\\nBut there was chaff within the flour,\\nAnd one was false in ten.\\nAnd reckless clerks in lust of power\\nForgot the rights of men\\nCruel and blind did file their mind.\\nAnd sell the blood of human kind.\\nYour town is full of gentle names.\\nBy patriots once were watchwords made 5\\nThose war-cry names are muffled shames\\nOn recreant sons mislaid.\\nWhat slave shall dare a name to wear\\nOnce Freedom s passport everywhere?\\nO welaway! if this be so,\\nAnd man cannot afford the right,\\nAnd if the wage of love be woe,\\nAnd honest dealing yield despite.\\nFor what avail or plough or sail,\\nOr land or life, if freedom fail?\\nHie to the woods, sleek citizen,\\nBack to the sea, go, landsman, down.\\nClimb the White Hills, fat alderman,\\nAnd vacant leave the town,\\nEre these echoes be choked with snows.\\nOr over the roofs blue Ocean flows.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0203.jp2"}, "202": {"fulltext": "188 LETTERS. RUBIES.\\nLETTERS.\\nEvery day brings a ship,\\nEvery ship brings a word\\nWell for those who have no fear,\\nLooking seaward well assured\\nThat the word the vessel brings\\nIs the word they wish to hear.\\nRUBIES.\\nThey brought me rubies from the mine,\\nAnd held them to the sun\\nI said, they are drops of frozen wine\\nFrom Eden s vats that run.\\nI looked again, I thought them hearts\\nOf friends to friends unknown;\\nTides that should warm each neighboring life\\nAre locked in sparkling stone.\\nBut fire to thaw that ruddy snow,\\nTo break enchanted ice,\\nAnd give love s scarlet tides to flow,\\nWhen shall that sun arise", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0204.jp2"}, "203": {"fulltext": "THE TEST. SOLUTION. 189\\nTHE TESTo\\n(Musa loquitur.)\\nI HUNa my verses in the wind,\\nTime and tide their faults may find.\\nAll were winnowed through and through.\\nFive Hues lasted sound and true\\nFive were smelted in a pot\\nThan the South more fierce and hot;\\nThese the siroc could not melt,\\nFire their fiercer flaming felt,\\nAnd the meaning was more white\\nThan July s meridian light.\\nSunshine cannot bleach the snow,\\nNor time unmake what poets know=\\nHave you eyes to find the five\\nWhich five hundred did survive\\nSOLUTION.\\nI AM the Muse who sung alway\\nBy Jove, at dawn of the first day.\\nStar-crowned, sole-sitting, long I wrought\\nTo fire the stagnant earth with thought\\nOn spawning slime my song prevails.\\nWolves shed their fangs, and dragons scales 5\\nFlushed in the sky the sweet May-morn,\\nEarth smiled with flowers, and man was borno\\nThen Asia yeaned her shepherd race.\\nAnd Nile substructs her granite base,", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0205.jp2"}, "204": {"fulltext": "190 SOLUTION.\\nTented Tartary, columned Nile,\\nAnd, under vines, on rocky isle.\\nOr on wind-blown sea-marge bleak,\\nForward stepped the perfect Greek:\\nThat wit and joy might find a tongue^\\nAnd earth grow civil. Homer sung.\\nFlown to Italy from Greece,\\nI brooded long and held my peace,\\nFor I am wont to sing uncalled,\\nAnd in days of evil plight\\nUnlock doors of new delight;\\nAnd sometimes mankind I appalled\\nWith a bitter horoscope,\\nWith spasms of terror for balm of hopeo\\nThen by better thought I lead\\nBards to speak what nations need;\\nSo I folded me in fears,\\nAnd Dante searched the triple spheres,\\nMoulding nature at his will.\\nSo shaped, so colored, swift or still.\\nAnd, sculptor-like, his large design\\nEtched on Alp and Apennine.\\nSeethed in mists of Penmanmaur,\\nTaught by Plinlimmon s Druid power,\\nEngland s genius filled all measure\\nOf heart and soul, of strength and pleasure.\\nGave to the mind its emperor,\\nAnd life was larger than before\\nNor sequent centuries could hit\\nOrbit and sum of Shakspeare s wit.\\nThe men who lived with him became\\nPoets, for the air was fame.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0206.jp2"}, "205": {"fulltext": "SOLUTION. 191\\nFar in the North, where polar night\\nHolds in check the frolic light,\\nIn trance upborne past mortal goal\\nThe Swede Emanuel leads the soul.\\nThrough snows above, mines underground,\\nThe inks of Erebus he found;\\nRehearsed to men the damned wails\\nOn which the seraph music sails.\\nIn spirit-worlds he trod alone.\\nBut walked the earth unmarked, unknowno\\nThe near by-stander caught no sound,\\nYet they who listened far aloof\\nHeard rendings of the skyey roof.\\nAnd felt, beneath, the quaking ground\\nAnd his air-sown, unheeded words.\\nIn the next age, are flaming swords.\\nIn newer days of war and trade,\\nKomance forgot, and faith decayed.\\nWhen Science armed and guided war,\\nAnd clerks the Janus-gates unbar.\\nWhen France, where poet never grew,\\nHalved and dealt the globe anew,\\nGoethe, raised o er joy and strife,\\nDrew the firm lines of Fate and Life\\nAnd brought Olympian wisdom down\\nTo court and mart, to gown and town\\nStooping, his finger wrote in clay\\nThe open secret of to-day.\\nSo bloom the unfading petals five.\\nAnd verses that all verse outlive.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0207.jp2"}, "206": {"fulltext": "192 HYMN.\\nHYMN\\nSUNG AT THE SECOND CHURCH, BOSTON, AT THE O Sf\\nDINATION OP REV. CHANDLER ROBBINS.\\nWe love the venerable house\\nOur fathers built to God\\nIn heaven are kept their grateful vows,\\nTheir dust endears the sod.\\nHere holy thoughts a light have shed\\nFrom many a radiant face,\\nAnd prayers of humble virtue made\\nThe perfume of the place.\\nAnd anxious hearts have pondered here\\nThe mystery of life.\\nAnd prayed the eternal Light to clear\\nTheir doubts, and aid their strife.\\nFrom humble tenements around\\nCame up the pensive train,\\nAnd in the church a blessing found\\nThat filled their homes again;\\nFor faith and peace and mighty love\\nThat from the Godhead flow.\\nShowed them the life of Heaven above\\nSprings from the life below.\\nThey live with God their homes are dust\\nYet here their children pray,", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0208.jp2"}, "207": {"fulltext": "NATURE, 193\\nAnd in this fleeting lifetime trust\\nTo find the narrow way.\\nOn him who by the altar stands,\\nOn him thy blessing fall,\\nSpeak through his lips thy pure commands,\\nThou heart that lovest all.\\nNATURE.\\nWiNTEES know\\nEasily to shed the snow,\\nAnd the untaught Spring is wise\\nIn cowslips and anemonies.\\nNature, hating art and pains.\\nBaulks and baffles plotting brains\\nCasualty and Surprise\\nAre the apples of her eyes\\nBut she dearly loves the poor.\\nAnd, by marvel of her own,\\nStrikes the loud pretender down.\\nFor Nature listens in the rose\\nAnd hearkens in the berry s bell\\nTo help her friends, to plague her foes,\\nAnd like wise God she judges well.\\nYet doth much her love excel\\nTo the souls that never fell,\\nTo swains that live in happiness\\nAnd do well because they please.\\nWho walk in ways that are unfamed,\\nAnd feats achieve before they re named.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0209.jp2"}, "208": {"fulltext": "194 NATURE.\\nNATURE.\\nII.\\nShe is gamesome and good,\\nBut of mutable mood,\\nNo dreary repeater now and again,\\nShe will be all things to all men.\\nShe who is old, but nowise feeble,\\nPours her power into the people.\\nMerry and manifold without bar,\\nMakes and moulds them what they are^\\nAnd what they call their city way\\nIs not their way, but hers,\\nAnd what they say they made to-day,\\nThey learned of the oaks and firs.\\nShe spawneth men as mallows fresh,\\nHero and maiden, flesh of her flesh\\nShe drugs her water and her wheat\\nWith the flavors she finds meet.\\nAnd gives them what to drink and eat;\\nAnd having thus their bread and growth.\\nThey do her bidding, nothing loath.\\nWhat s most theirs is not their own,\\nBut borrowed in atoms from iron and stone,\\nAnd in their vaunted works of Art\\nThe master-stroke is still her part.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0210.jp2"}, "209": {"fulltext": "THE ROMANY GIRL. 195\\nTHE ROMANY GIRL.\\nThe sun goes down, and with him takes\\nThe coarseness of my poor attire\\nThe fair moon mounts, and aye the flame\\nOf Gypsy beauty blazes higher.\\nPale Northern girls you scorn our race\\nYou captives of your air-tight halls,\\nWear out in-doors your sickly days,\\nBut leave us the horizon walls.\\nAnd if I take you, dames, to task,\\nAnd say it frankly without guile,\\nThen you are Gypsies in a mask,\\nAnd I the lady all the while.\\nIf on the heath, below the moon,\\nI court and play with paler blood.\\nMe false to mine dare whisper none,\\nOne sallow horseman knows me good.\\nGo, keep your cheek s rose from the rain,\\nFor teeth and hair with shopmen deal;\\nMy swarthy tint is in the grain,\\nThe rocks and forest know it real.\\nThe wild air bloweth in our lungs.\\nThe keen stars twinkle in our eyes.\\nThe birds gave us our wily tongues,\\nThe panther in our dances flies.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0211.jp2"}, "210": {"fulltext": "196 DAYS,\\nYou doubt we read the stars on high,\\nNathless we read your fortunes true\\nThe stars may hide in the upper sky,\\nBut without glass we fathom you.\\nDAYS.\\nDaughters of Time, the hypocritic Days,\\nMuffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes,\\nAnd marching single in an endless file,\\nBring diadems and fagots in their hands.\\nTo each they offer gifts after his will,\\nBread, kingdoms, stars, and sky that holds them all.\\nI, in my pleached garden, watched the pomp,\\nForgot my morning wishes, hastily\\nTook a few herbs and apples, and the Day\\nTurned and departed silent. I, too late,\\nUnder her solemn fillet saw the scorno", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0212.jp2"}, "211": {"fulltext": "MY GARDEN. 197\\nTHE CHARTIST S COMPLAINT.\\nDay hast thou two faces,\\nMaking one place two places?\\nOne, by humble farmer seen,\\nChill and wet, unlighted, mean,\\nUseful only, triste and damp.\\nServing for a laborer s lamp?\\nHave the same mists another side,\\nTo be the appanage of pride,\\nGracing the rich man s wood and lake,\\nHis park where amber mornings break.\\nAnd treacherously bright to show\\nHis planted isle where roses glow?\\nO Day! and is your mightiness\\nA sycophant to smug success\\nWill the sweet sky and ocean broad\\nBe fine accomplices to fraud\\nSun I curse thy cruel ray\\nBack, back to chaos, harlot Day!\\nMY GARDEN.\\nIf I could put my woods in song\\nAnd tell what s there enjoyed.\\nAll men would to my gardens throng,\\nAnd leave the cities void.\\nIn my plot no tulips blow,\\nSnow-loving pines and oaks instead;", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0213.jp2"}, "212": {"fulltext": "198 MY GARDEN.\\nAnd rank the savage naaples grow\\nFrom Spring s faint flush to Autumn red.\\nMy garden is a forest ledge\\nWhich older forests bound;\\nThe hanks slope down to the blue lake-edge,\\nThen plunge to depths profound.\\nHere once the Deluge ploughed,\\nLaid the terraces, one by one;\\nEbbing later whence it flowed,\\nThey bleach and dry in the sun.\\nThe sowers made haste to depart,\\nThe wind and the birds which sowed it|\\nNot for fame, nor by rules of art,\\nPlanted these, and tempests flowed it.\\nWaters that wash my garden side\\nPlay not in Nature s lawful web.\\nThey heed not moon or solar tide,\\nFive years elapse from flood to ebb.\\nHither hasted, in old time, Jove,\\nAnd every god, none did refuse\\nAnd be sure at last came Love,\\nAnd after Love, the Muse.\\nKeen ears can catch a syllable,\\nAs if one spake to another,\\nIn the hemlocks tall, untamable,\\nAnd what the whispering grasses smother.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0214.jp2"}, "213": {"fulltext": "MY GARDEN. 199\\n^olian harps in the pine\\nRing with the song of the Fates;\\nInfant Bacchus in the vine,\\nFar distant yet his chorus waits.\\nCanst thou copy in verse one chime\\nOf the wood-bell s peal and cry,\\nWrite in a book the morning s prime,\\nOr match with words that tender sky?\\nWonderful verse of the gods,\\nOf one import, of varied tone;\\nThey chant the bliss of their abodes\\nTo man imprisoned in his own.\\nEver the word\u00c2\u00ab of the gods resound\\nBut ihe porches of man s ear\\nSeldom in this low life s round\\nAre unsealed, that he may hear.\\nWandering voices in the air\\nAnd murmurs in the wold\\nSpeak what I cannot declare,\\nYet cannot all withhold.\\nWhen the shadow fell on the lake,\\nThe whirlwind in ripples wrote\\nAir-bells of fortune that shme and break.\\nAnd omens above thought.\\nBut the meanings cleave to the lake,\\nCannot be carried in book or urn\\nGo thy ways now, com\u00c2\u00ab later back.\\nOn waves and hedges still they burn.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0215.jp2"}, "214": {"fulltext": "200 THE TITMOUSE.\\nThese the fates of men forecast,\\nOf better men than live to-day\\nIf who can read them comes at last\\nHe will spell in the sculpture, Stay/\\nTHE TITMOUSE.\\nYou shall not be overbold\\nWhen you deal with arctic cold,\\nAs late I found my lukewarm blood\\nChilled wading in the snow-choked wood.\\nHow should I fight? my foeman fine\\nHas million arms to one of mine\\nEast, west, for aid I looked in vain,\\nEast, west, north, south, are his domain.\\nMiles off, three dangerous miles, is home;\\nMust borrow his winds who there would come.\\nUp and away for life be fleet\\nThe frost-king ties my fumbling feet,\\nSings in my ears, my hands are stones,\\nCurdles the blood to the marble bones.\\nTugs at the heart-strings, numbs the sense,\\nAnd hems in life with narrowing fence.\\nWeU, in this broad bed lie and sleep,\\nThe punctual stars wiU vigil keep,\\nEmbalmed by purifying cold\\nThe winds shall sing their dead-march old,\\nThe snow is no ignoble shroud,\\nThe moon thy mourner, and the cloud.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0216.jp2"}, "215": {"fulltext": "THE TITMOUSE. 201\\nSoftly, but this way fate was pointing,\\nT was coming fast to such anointing,\\nWhen piped a tiny voice hard by,\\nGay and poHte, a cheerful cry,\\nChic-chicadeedee saucy note\\nOut of sound heart and merry throat,\\nAs if it said, Good day, good sir!\\nFine afternoon, old passenger!\\nHappy to meet you in these places,\\nWhere January brings few faces.\\nThis poet, though he live apart,\\nMoved by his hospitable heart.\\nSped, when I passed his sylvan fort,\\nTo do the honors of his court.\\nAs fits a feathered lord of land\\nFlew near, with soft wing grazed my hand,\\nHopped on the bough, then, darting low,\\nPrints his small impress on the snow,\\nShows feats of his gymnastic play.\\nHead downward, clinging to the spray.\\nHere was this atom in full breath,\\nHurling defiance at vast death;\\nThis scrap of valor just for play\\nFronts the north-wind in waistcoat gray.\\nAs if to shame my weak behavior\\nI greeted loud my little savior,\\nYou pet! what dost here? and what for?\\nIn these woods, thy small Labrador,\\nAt this pinch, wee San Salvador\\nWhat fire burns in that little chest\\nSo frolic, stout and self-possest", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0217.jp2"}, "216": {"fulltext": "202 THE TITMOUSE.\\nHenceforth I wear no stripe but thine\\nAshes and jet all hues outshine.\\nWhy are not diamonds black and gray^\\nTo ape thy dare-devil array\\nAnd I affirm, the spacious North\\nExists to draw thy virtue forth.\\nI think no virtue goes with size;\\nThe reason of all cowardice\\nIs, that men are overgrown,\\nAnd, to be valiant, must come down\\nTo the titmouse dimension.\\nT is good-will makes intelligence,\\nAnd I began to catch the sense\\nOf my bird s song Live out of doors\\nIn the great woods, on prairie floors.\\nI dine in the sun; when he sinks in the sea,\\nI too have a hole in a hollow tree\\nAnd I like less when Summer beats\\nWith stifling beams on these retreats,\\nThan noontide twilights which snow makes\\nWith tempest of the blinding flakes.\\nFor well the soul, if stout within,\\nCan arm impregnably the skin;\\nAnd polar frost my frame defied,\\nMade of the air that blows outside.\\nWith glad remembrance of my debt,\\nI homeward turn farewell, my pet\\nWhen here again thy pilgrim comes.\\nHe shaU bring store of seeds and crumba.\\nDoubt not, so long as earth has bread,\\nThou first and foremost shalt be fed;", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0218.jp2"}, "217": {"fulltext": "THE HARP. 203\\nThe Providence that is most large\\nTakes hearts like thine in special charge,\\nHelps who for their own need are strong,\\nAnd the sky doats on cheerful song.\\nHenceforth I prize thy wiry chant\\nO er all that mass and minster vaunt\\nFor men mis-hear thy call in Spring,\\nAs twould accost some frivolous wing,\\nCrying out of the hazel copse, Phe-be!\\nAnd, in winter, Chic-a-dee-dee\\nI think old Caesar must have heard\\nIn northern Gaul my dauntless bird,\\nAnd, echoed in some frosty wold.\\nBorrowed thy battle-numbers bold.\\nAnd I will write our annals new.\\nAnd thank thee for a better clew,\\nI, who dreamed not when I came here\\nTo find the antidote of fear,\\nNow hear thee say in Roman key,\\nPcean! Veni, vidi, vici.\\nTHE HARP.\\nOne musician is sure.\\nHis wisdom will not fail.\\nHe has not tasted wine impure.\\nNor bent to passion frail.\\nAge cannot cloud his memory,\\nNor grief untune his voice.\\nRanging down the ruled scale\\nFrom tone of joy to inward wail.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0219.jp2"}, "218": {"fulltext": "204 THE HARP.\\nTempering the pitch of all\\nIn his windy cave.\\nHe all the fables knows,\\nAnd in their causes tells,\\nKnows Nature s rarest moodsj\\nEver on her secret broods.\\nThe Muse of men is coy,\\nOft courted will not come\\nIn palaces and market squares\\nEntreated, she is dumb\\nBut my minstrel knows and tells\\nThe counsel of the gods,\\nKnows of Holy Book the spells,\\nKnows the law of Night and Day,\\nAnd the heart of girl and boy,\\nThe tragic and the gay.\\nAnd what is writ on Table Round\\nOf Arthur and his peers\\nWhat sea and land discoursing say\\nIn sidereal years.\\nHe renders all his lore\\nIn numbers wild as dreams,\\nModulating all extremes,\\nWhat the spangled meadow saith\\nTo the children who have faith\\nOnly to children children sing,\\nOnly to youth wiU spring be spring.\\nWho is the Bard thus magnified?\\nWhen did he sing? and where abide?\\nChief of song where poets feast\\nIs the wind-harp which thou seest\\nIn the casement at my side.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0220.jp2"}, "219": {"fulltext": "THE HARP. 205\\n^olian harp,\\nHow strangely wise thy strain!\\nGay for youth, gay for youth,\\n(Sweet is art, but sweeter truth,)\\nIn the hall at summer eve\\nFate and Beauty skilled to weave.\\nFrom the eager opening strings\\nRung loud and bold the song.\\nWho but loved the wind-harp s note\\nHow should not the poet doat\\nOn its mystic tongue,\\nWith its primeval memory,\\nReporting what old minstrels told\\nOf Merlin locked the harp within,\\nMerlin paying the pain of sin,\\nPent in a dungeon made of air,\\nAnd some attain his voice to hear,\\nWords of pain and cries of fear.\\nBut pillowed all on melody,\\nAs fits the griefs of bards to be.\\nAnd what if that all-echoing shell,\\nWhich thus the buried Past can tell.\\nShould rive the Future, and reveal\\nWhat his dread folds would fain conceal?\\nIt shares the secret of the earth,\\nAnd of the kinds that owe her birth.\\nSpeaks not of self that mystic tone,\\nBut of the Overgods alone:\\nIt trembles to the cosmic breath,\\nAs it heareth, so it saith;\\nObeying meek the primal Cause,\\nIt is the tongue of mundane laws.\\nAnd this, at least, I dare affirm,\\nSince genius too has bound and term.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0221.jp2"}, "220": {"fulltext": "206 THE HARP.\\nThere is no bard in all the choir,\\nNot Homer s self, the poet sire.\\nWise Milton s odes of pensive pleasure,\\nOr Shakspeare, whom no mind can measure^\\nNor Collins verse of tender pain,\\nNor Byron s clarion of disdain,\\nScott, the delight of generous boys,\\nOr Wordsworth, Pan s recording voice,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nNot one of all can put in verse,\\nOr to this presence could rehearse\\nThe sights and voices ravishing\\nThe boy knew on the hills in spring,\\nWhen pacing through the oaks he heard\\nSharp queries of the sentry-bird.\\nThe heavy grouse s sudden whir.\\nThe rattle of the kingfisher\\nSaw bonfires of the harlot flies\\nIn the lowland, when day dies;\\nOr marked, benighted and forlorn,\\nThe first far signal-fire of morn.\\nThese syllables that Nature spoke.\\nAnd the thoughts that in him woke.\\nCan adequately utter none\\nSave to his ear the wind-harp lone.\\nTherein I hear the Parcse reel\\nThe threads of man at their humming wheel,\\nThe threads of life and power and pain.\\nSo sweet and mournful falls the strain.\\nAnd best can teach its Delphian chord\\nHow Nature to the soul is moored,\\nIf once again that silent string,\\nAs erst it wont, would thrill and ring.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0222.jp2"}, "221": {"fulltext": "SEA-SHORE. 207\\nNot long ago at eventide,\\nIt seemed, so listening, at my side\\nA window rose, and, to say sooth,\\nI looked forth on the fields of youths\\nI saw fair boys bestriding steeds,\\nI knew their forms in fancy weeds,\\nLong, long concealed by sundering fates,\\nMates of my youth, yet not my mates,\\nStronger and bolder far than I,\\nWith grace, with genius, well attired,\\nAnd then as now from far admired.\\nFollowed with love\\nThey knew not of,\\nWith passion cold and shy.\\nO joy, for what recoveries rare!\\nRenewed, I breathe Elysian air,\\nSee youth s glad mates in earliest bloom,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nBreak not my dream, obtrusive tomb!\\nOr teach thou. Spring! the grand recoil\\nOf life resurgent from the soil\\nWherein was dropped the mortal spoiL\\nSEA -SHORE.\\nI HEARD or seemed to hear the chiding Sea\\nSay, Pilgrim, why so late and slow to come\\nAm I not always here, thy summer home?\\nIs not my voice thy music, morn and eve\\nMy breath thy healthful climate in the heats,\\nMy touch thy antidote, my bay thy bath?", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0223.jp2"}, "222": {"fulltext": "208 SEA-SHORE.\\nWas ever building like my terraces\\nWas ever couch magnificent as mine?\\nLie on the warm rock-ledges, and there learn\\nA little hut suffices like a town.\\nI make your sculptured architecture vain,\\nVain beside mine. I drive my wedges home,\\nAnd carve the coastwise mountain into caves\\nLo here is Rome and Nineveh and Thebes,\\nKarnak and Pyramid and Giant s Stairs\\nHalf piled or prostrate; and my newest slab\\nOlder than all thy race.\\nBehold the Sea,\\nThe opaline, the plentiful and strong,\\nYet beautiful as is the rose in June,\\nFresh as the trickling rainbow of July\\nSea full of food, the nourisher of kinds,\\nPurger of earth, and medicine of men\\nCreating a sweet climate by my breath.\\nWashing out harms and griefs from memory,\\nAnd, in my mathematic ebb and flow.\\nGiving a hint of that which changes not.\\nRich are the sea-gods who gives gifts but they\\nThey grope the sea for pearls, but more than pearls:\\nThey pluck Force thence, and give it to the wise.\\nFor every wave is wealth to Daedalus,\\nWealth to the cunning artist who can work\\nThis matchless strength. Where shall he find, O\\nwaves\\nA load your Atlas shoulders cannot lift?\\nI with my hammer pounding evermore\\nThe rocky coast, smite Andes into dust,", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0224.jp2"}, "223": {"fulltext": "jSONg of nature. 209\\nStrewing my bed, and, in another age,\\nRebuild a continent of better men.\\nThen I unbar the doors my paths lead out\\nThe exodus of nations I disperse\\nMen to all shores that front the hoary main.\\nI too have arts and sorceries;\\nIllusion dwells forever with the wave.\\nI know what spells are laid. Leave me to deal\\nWith credulous and imaginative man\\nFor, though he scoop my water in his palm,\\nA few rods off he deems it gems and clouds.\\nPlanting strange fruits and sunshine on the shore,\\nI make some coast alluring, some lone isle.\\nTo distant men, who must go there, or die.\\nSONG OF NATURE.\\nMine are the night and morning,\\nThe pits of air, the gulf of space,\\nThe sportive sun, the gibbous moon.\\nThe innumerable days.\\nI hide in the solar glory,\\nI am dumb in the pealing song,\\nI rest on the pitch of the torrent,\\nIn slumber I am strong.\\nNo numbers have counted my tallies,\\nNo tribes my house can fill,\\nVOL. IX. 14", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0225.jp2"}, "224": {"fulltext": "210 SONG OF NATURE.\\nI sit by the shining Fount of Life\\nAnd pour the deluge still\\nAnd ever by delicate powers\\nGathering along the centuries\\nFrom race on race the rarest flowerSj\\nMy wreath shall nothing miss.\\nAnd many a thousand summers\\nMy gardens ripened well,\\nAnd light from meliorating stars\\nWith firmer glory fell.\\nI wrote the past in characters\\nOf rock and fire the scroll,\\nThe building in the coral sea,\\nThe planting of the coal.\\nAnd thefts from satellites and rings\\nAnd broken stars I drew,\\nAnd out of spent and aged things\\nI formed the world anew;\\nWhat time the gods kept carnival,\\nTricked out in star and flower.\\nAnd in cramp elf and saurian forms\\nThey swathed their too much power.\\nTime and Thought were my surveyors,\\nThey laid their courses well.\\nThey boiled the sea, and piled the layers\\nOf granite, marl and shell.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0226.jp2"}, "225": {"fulltext": "SONG OF NATURE. 211\\nBut he, the man-child glorious,\\nWhere tarries he the while\\nThe rainbow shines his harbinger,\\nThe sunset gleams his smile.\\nMy boreal lights leap upward,\\nForthright my planets roll.\\nAnd still the man-child is not born,\\nThe summit of the whole.\\nMust time and tide forever run?\\nWiU never my winds go sleep in the west\\nWill never my wheels which whirl the sun\\nAnd satellites have rest?\\nToo much of donning and doffing,\\nToo slow the rainbow fades,\\nI weary of my robe of snow.\\nMy leaves and my cascades;\\nI tire of globes and races,\\nToo long the game is played;\\nWhat without him is summer s pomp.\\nOr winter s frozen shade\\nI travail in pain for him.\\nMy creatures travail and wait;\\nHis couriers come by squadrons,\\nHe comes not to the gate.\\nTwice I have moulded an image,\\nAnd thrice outstretched my hand.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0227.jp2"}, "226": {"fulltext": "212 SONG OF NATURE.\\nMade one of day and one of night\\nAnd one of the salt sea-sand.\\nOne in a Judsean manger.\\nAnd one by Avon stream,\\nOne over against the mouths of Nile,\\nAnd one in the Academe.\\nI moulded kings and saviors.\\nAnd bards o er kings to rule\\nBut fell the starry influence short,\\nThe cup was never full.\\nYet whirl the glowing wheels once more^\\nAnd mix the bowl again\\nSeethe, Fate the ancient elements.\\nHeat, cold, wet, dry, and peace, and paino\\nLet war and trade and creeds and song\\nBlend, ripen race on race.\\nThe sunburnt world a man shall breed\\nOf all the zones and countless days.\\nNo ray is dimmed, no atom worn,\\nMy oldest force is good as new,\\nAnd the fresh rose on yonder thorn\\nGives back the bending heavens in deWe", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0228.jp2"}, "227": {"fulltext": "TWO RIVERS. 213\\nTWO EIVERS.\\nThy summer voice, Musketaquit,\\nRepeats the music of the rain\\nBut sweeter rivers pulsing flit\\nThrough thee, as thou through Concord Plain.\\nThou in thy narrow banks art pent:\\nThe stream I love unbounded goes\\nThrough flood and sea and firmament;\\nThrough light, through life, it forward flows.\\nI see the inundation sweet,\\nI hear the spending of the stream\\nThrough years, through men, through nature fleets\\nThrough love and thought, through power and dreaiUo\\nMusketaquit, a goblin strong,\\nOf shard and flint makes jewels gay\\nThey lose their grief who hear his song,\\nAnd where he winds is the day of day.\\nSo forth and brighter fares my stream,\\nWho drink it shall not thirst again\\nNo darkness stains its equal gleam,\\nAnd ages drop in it like rain.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0229.jp2"}, "228": {"fulltext": "214 WALDEINSAMKEIT.\\nWALBEINSAMKEIT.\\nI DO not count the hours I spend\\nIn wandering by the sea;\\nThe forest is my loyal friend,\\nLike God it useth me.\\nIn plains that room for shadows make\\nOf skirting hills to lie,\\nBound in by streams which give and take\\nTheir colors from the sky;\\nOr on the mountain-crest sublime,\\nOr down the oaken glade,\\nO what have I to do with time?\\nFor this the day was made.\\nCities of mortals woe-begone\\nFantastic care derides,\\nBut in the serious landscape lone\\nStern benefit abides.\\nSheen will tarnish, honey cloy.\\nAnd merry is only a mask of sadj\\nBut, sober on a fund of joy.\\nThe woods at heart are glad.\\nThere the great Planter plants\\nOf fruitful worlds the grain,\\nAnd with a million spells enchants\\nThe souls that walk in pain.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0230.jp2"}, "229": {"fulltext": "WALDEINSAMKEIT, 215\\nStill on the seeds of all he made\\nThe rose of beauty burns\\nThrough times that wear and forms that fade,\\nImmortal youth returns.\\nThe black ducks mounting irom the lake,\\nThe pigeon in the pines,\\nThe bittern s boom, a desert make\\nWhich no false art refines.\\nDown in yon watery nook,\\nWhere bearded mists divide,\\nThe gray old gods whom Chaos knew,\\nThe sires of Nature, hide.\\nAloft, in secret veins of air.\\nBlows the sweet breath of song,\\nO, few to scale those uplands dare.\\nThough they to all belong!\\nSee thou bring not to field or stone\\nThe fancies found in books\\nLeave authors eyes, and fetch your owBj\\nTo brave the landscape s looks.\\nOblivion here thy wisdom is.\\nThy thrift, the sleep of cares;\\nFor a proud idleness like this\\nCrowns all thy mean affairs.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0231.jp2"}, "230": {"fulltext": "216 TERMINUS.\\nTERMINUS.\\nIt is time to be old,\\nTo take in sail\\nThe god of bounds,\\nWho sets to seas a shore,\\nCame to me in his fatal rounds,\\nAnd said No more\\nNo farther shoot\\nThy broad ambitious branches, and thy root.\\nFancy departs no more invent\\nContract thy firmament\\nTo compass of a tent.\\nThere s not enough for this and that,\\nMake thy option which of two;\\nEconomize the failing river.\\nNot the less revere the Giver,\\nLeave the many and hold the feWo\\nTimely wise accept the terms.\\nSoften the fall with wary foot\\nA little while\\nStill plan and smile.\\nAnd, fault of novel germs,\\nMature the unfallen fruit.\\nCurse, if thou wilt, thy sires.\\nBad husbands of their fires,\\nWho, when they gave thee breath,\\nFailed to bequeath\\nThe needful sinew stark as once.\\nThe Baresark marrow to thy bones,\\nBut left a legacy of ebbing veins,\\nInconstant beat and nerveless reins,\u00e2\u0080\u0094", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0232.jp2"}, "231": {"fulltext": "THE NUN S ASPIRATION. 217\\nAmid the Muses, left thee deaf and dumbj\\nAmid the gladiators, halt and mimb.\\nAs the bird trims her to the gale,\\nI trim myself to the storm of time,\\nI man the rudder, reef the sail,\\nObey the voice at eve obeyed at prime:\\nLowly faithful, banish fear.\\nRight onward drive unharmed\\nThe port, well worth the cruise, is near.\\nAnd every wave is charmed.\\nTHE NUN S ASPIRATION.\\nThe yesterday doth never smile.\\nThe day goes drudging through the while,\\nYet, in the name of Godhead, I\\nThe morrow front, and can defy\\nThough I am weak, yet God, when prayed,\\nCannot withhold his conquering aid.\\nAh me it was my childhood s thought,\\nIf He should make my web a blot\\nOn life s fair picture of delight,\\nMy heart s content would find it right.\\nBut O, these waves and leaves,\\nWhen happy stoic Nature grieves,\\nNo human speech so beautiful\\nAs their murmurs mine to lull,\\nOn this altar God hath built\\nI lay my vanity and guilt;", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0233.jp2"}, "232": {"fulltext": "218 THE NUN S ASPIRATION.\\nNor me can Hope or Passion urge\\nHearing as now the lofty dirge\\nWhich blasts of Northern mountains hymn.\\nNature s funeral high and dim,\\nSable pageantry of clouds,\\nMourning summer laid in shrouds.\\nMany a day shall dawn and die,\\nMany an angel wander by,\\nAnd passing, light my sunken turf\\nMoist perhaps by ocean surf,\\nForgotten amid splendid tombs,\\nYet wreathed and hid by summer blooms.\\nOn earth I dream I die to be\\nTime, shake not thy bald head at me.\\nI challenge thee to hurry past\\nOr for my turn to fly too fast.\\nThink me not numbed or halt with age,\\nOr cares that earth to earth engage.\\nCaught with love s cord of twisted beams.\\nOr mired by climate s gross extremes.\\nI tire of shams, I rush to be\\nI pass with yonder comet free,\\nPass with the comet into space\\nWhich mocks thy aeons to embrace;\\n-^ons which tardily unfold\\nRealm beyond realm, extent untold\\nNo early morn, no evening late,\\nRealms self-upheld, disdaining Fate,\\nWhose shining sons, too great for fame.\\nNever heard thy weary name\\nNor lives the tragic bard to say\\nHow drear the part I held in one,\\nHow lame the other limped away.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0234.jp2"}, "233": {"fulltext": "APRIL, 219\\nAPRIL.\\nThe April winds are magical\\nAnd thrill our tuneful frames\\nThe garden walks are passional\\nTo bachelors and dames.\\nThe hedge is gemmed with diamonds,\\nThe air with Cupids full,\\nThe cobweb clues of Rosamond\\nGuide lovers to the pool.\\nEach dimple in the water,\\nEach leaf that shades the rock\\nCan cozen, pique and flatter,\\nCan parley and provoke.\\nGoodfellow, Puck and goblins,\\nKnow more than any book.\\nDown with your doleful problems.,\\nAnd court the sunny brook.\\nThe south-winds are quick-witted^\\nThe schools are sad and slow.\\nThe masters quite omitted\\nThe lore we care to knoWe", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0235.jp2"}, "234": {"fulltext": "220 MAIDEN SPEECH OF THE MOLIAN HARP.\\nMAIDEN SPEECH OF THE 7EOTJAN HARP.\\nSoft and softlier hold me, friends I\\nThanks if your genial care\\nUnbind and give me to the air.\\nKeep your lips or finger-tips\\nFor flute or spinet s dancing chips\\nI await a tenderer touch,\\nI ask more or not so much:\\nGive me to the atmosphere,\\nWhere is the wind, my brother, where\\nLift the sash, lay me within.\\nLend me your ears, and I begin.\\nFor gentle harp to gentle hearts\\nThe secret of the world imparts;\\nAnd not to-day and not to-morrow\\nCan drain its wealth of hope and sorrow?\\nBut day by day, to loving ear\\nUnlocks new sense and loftier cheer.\\nI Ve come to live with you, sweet friends.\\nThis home my minstrel-journeyings ends.\\nMany and subtle are my lays,\\nThe latest better than the first.\\nFor I caa mend the happiest days\\nAnd charm the anguish of the worsto", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0236.jp2"}, "235": {"fulltext": "CUPIDO THE PAST. 221\\nCUPIDO.\\nThe solid, solid universe\\nIs pervious to Love\\nWith bandaged eyes he never errs,\\nAround, below, above.\\nHis blinding light\\nHe flingeth white\\nOn God s and Satan s brood,\\nAnd reconciles\\n^j mystic wiles\\nThe evil and the good.\\nTHE PAST.\\nThe debt is paid,\\nThe verdict said,\\nThe Furies laid.\\nThe plague is stayed,\\nAll fortunes made\\nTurn the key and bolt the door.\\nSweet is death forevermore.\\nNor haughty hope, nor swart chagrin.\\nNor murdering hate, can enter in.\\nAll is now secure and fast\\nNot the gods can shake the Past;\\nFlies-to the adamantine door\\nBolted down forevermore.\\nNone can re-enter there,", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0237.jp2"}, "236": {"fulltext": "222 THE LAST FAREWELL.\\nNo thief so politic,\\nNo Satan with a royal trick\\nSteal in by window, chink, or hole,\\nTo bind or unbind, add what lacked,\\nInsert a leaf, or forge a name.\\nNew-face or finish what is packed?\\nAlter or mend eternal Fa^3t.\\nTHE LAST FAREWELL.\\nLINES WRITTEN BY THE AUTHOR S BROTHEll, EDWARE\\nBLISS EMERSON, WHILST SAILING OUT OF BOSTON HAR\\nBOR, BOUND FOR THE ISLAND OF PORTO RICO, IN 1832\\nFarewell, ye lofty spires\\nThat cheered the holy light!\\nFarewell, domestic fires\\nThat broke the gloom of night!\\nToo soon those spires are lost,\\nToo fast we leave the bay,\\nToo soon by ocean tost\\nFrom hearth and home away,\\nFar away, far away.\\nFarewell the busy town.\\nThe wealthy and the wise,\\nKind smile and honest frown\\nFrom bright, familiar eyes.\\nAll these are fading now\\nOur brig hastes on her wa)", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0238.jp2"}, "237": {"fulltext": "THE LAST FAREWELL. 223\\nHer unremembering prow\\nIs leaping o er the sea,\\nFar away, far away.\\nFarewell, my mother fond,\\nToo kind, too good to me\\nNor pearl nor diamond\\nWould pay my debt to thee.\\nBut even thy kiss denies\\nUpon my cheek to stay;\\nThe winged vessel flies,\\nAnd billows round her play,\\nFar away, far awayo\\nFarewell, my brothers true,\\nMy betters, yet my peers;\\nHow desert without you\\nMy few and evil years\\nBut though aye one in heart,\\nTogether sad or gay,\\nRude ocean doth us part\\nWe separate to-day,\\nFar away, far away^\\nFarewell I breathe again\\nTo dim New England s shore\\nMy heart shall beat not when\\nI pant for thee no more.\\nIn yon green palmy isle,\\nBeneath the tropic ray,\\nI murmur never while\\nFor thee and thine I pray;\\nFar away, far away.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0239.jp2"}, "238": {"fulltext": "224 IN MEMORIAM.\\nIN MEMOEIAM.\\nEDWAKD BLISS EMERSON.\\nI MOURN upon this battle-field,\\nBut not for those who perished here.\\nBehold the river-bank\\nWhither the angry farmers came,\\nIn sloven dress and broken rank,\\nNor thought of fame.\\nTheir deed of blood\\nAU mankind praise\\nEven the serene Reason says,\\nIt was well done.\\nThe wise and simple have one glance\\nTo greet yon stern head-stone,\\nWhich more of pride than pity gave\\nTo mark the Briton s friendless grave.\\nYet it is a stately tomb\\nThe grand return\\nOf eve and morn,\\nThe year s fresh bloom,\\nThe silver cloud,\\nMight grace the dust that is most proud.\\nYet not of these I muse\\nIn this ancestral place.\\nBut of a kindred face\\nThat never joy or hope shall here diffuse.\\nAh, brother of the brief but blazing star I\\nWhat hast thou to do with these", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0240.jp2"}, "239": {"fulltext": "IN MEMORIAM. 225\\nHaunting this bank s historic trees\\nThou born for noblest life,\\nFor action s field, for victor s car,\\nThou living champion of the right\\nTo these their penalty belonged\\nI grudge not these their bed of death.\\nBut thine to thee, who never wronged\\nThe poorest that drew breath.\\nAll inborn power that could\\nConsist with homage to the good\\nFlamed from his martial eye;\\nHe who seemed a soldier born,\\nHe should have the helmet worn,\\nAll friends to fend, all foes defy,\\nFronting foes of God and man,\\nFrowning down the evil-doer.\\nBattling for the weak and poor.\\nHis from youth the leader s look\\nGave the law which others took.\\nAnd never poor beseeching glance\\nShamed that sculptured countenance.\\nThere is no record left on earth,\\nSave in tablets of the heart,\\nOf the rich inherent worth,\\nOf the grace that on him shone,\\nOf eloquent lips, of joyful wit:\\nHe could not frame a word unfit,\\nAn act unworthy to be done;\\nHonor prompted every glance,\\nHonor came and sat beside him,\\nIn lowly cot or painful road,", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0241.jp2"}, "240": {"fulltext": "226 IN MEMORIAM.\\nAnd evermore the cruel god\\nCried, Onward and the palm-crown showed\\nBorn for success he seemed,\\nWith grace to win, with heart to holdj\\nWith shining gifts that took all eyesj\\nWith budding power in college-halls,\\nAs pledged in coming days to forge\\nWeapons to guard the State, or scourge\\nTyrants despite their guards or walls.\\nOn his young promise Beauty smiled,\\nDrew his free homage unbeguiled,\\nAnd prosperous Age held out his hand,\\nAnd richly his large future planned.\\nAnd troops of friends enjoyed the tide,\\nAll, all was given, and only health denied.\\nI see him with superior smile\\nHunted by Sorrow s grisly train\\nIn lands remote, in toil and pain,\\nWith angel patience labor on.\\nWith the high port he wore erewhile,\\nWhen, foremost of the youthful band,\\nThe prizes in all lists he won;\\nNor bate one jot of heart or hope,\\nAnd, least of all, the loyal tie\\nWhich holds to home neath every sky,\\nThe joy and pride the pilgrim feels\\nIn hearts which round the hearth at home\\nKeep pulse for pulse with those who roam.\\nWhat generous beliefs console\\nThe brave whom Fate denies the goal!\\nIf others reach it, is content;\\nTo Heaven s high will his will is bent.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0242.jp2"}, "241": {"fulltext": "IN MEMORIAM. 22T\\nFirm on his heart relied,\\nWhat lot soe er betide,\\nWork of his hand\\nHe nor repents nor grieves,\\nPleads for itself the fact,\\nAs unrepenting Nature leaves\\nHer every act.\\nFell the bolt on the branching oak 5\\nThe rainbow of his hope was broke\\nNo craven cry, no secret tear,\\nHe told no pang, he knew no fear;\\nIts peace sublime his aspect kept.\\nHis pur]30se woke, his features slept;\\nAnd yet between the spasms of pain\\nHis genius beamed with joy again.\\nO er thy rich dust the endless smile\\nOf Nature in thy Spanish isle\\nHints never loss or cruel break\\nAnd sacrifice for love s dear sake.\\nNor mourn the unalterable Days\\nThat Genius goes and Folly stays.\\nWhat matters how, or from what ground,\\nThe freed soul its Creator found?\\nAlike thy memory embalms\\nThat orange-grove, that isle of palms.\\nAnd these loved banks, whose oak-boughs bold\\nKoot in the blood of heroes old.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0243.jp2"}, "242": {"fulltext": "228 EXPERIENCE.\\nEXPEEIENCE.\\nThe lords of life, the lords of life,\\nI saw them pass\\nIn their own guise,\\nLike and unlike,\\nPortly and grim,\\nUse and Surprise,\\nSurface and Dream,\\nSuccession swift and spectral Wrong,\\nTemperament without a tongue.\\nAnd the inventor of the game\\nOmnipresent without name\\nSome to see, some to be guessed,\\nThey marched from east to west:\\nLittle man, least of all.\\nAmong the legs of his guardians tall,\\nWalked about with puzzled look.\\nHim by the hand dear Nature took.\\nDearest Nature, strong and kind,\\nWhispered, Darling, never mind 1\\nTo-morrow they will wear another face,\\nThe founder thou these are thy race I", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0244.jp2"}, "243": {"fulltext": "COMPENSATION. 229\\nCOMPENSATION.\\nThe wings of Time are black and white.\\nPied with morning and with night.\\nMountain tall and ocean deep\\nTrembling balance duly keep.\\nIn changing moon and tidal wave\\nGlows the feud of Want and Have.\\nGauge of more and less through space,\\nElectric star or pencil plays,\\nThe lonely Earth amid the balls\\nThat hurry through the eternal halls,\\nA makeweight flying to the void,\\nSupplemental asteroid,\\nOr compensatory spark,\\nShoots across the neutral Dark.\\nMan s the elm, and Wealth the vine\\nStanch and strong the tendrils twine\\nThough the frail ringlets thee deceive.\\nNone from its stock that vine can reave.\\nFear not, then, thou child infirm.\\nThere s no god dare wrong a worm;\\nLaurel crowns cleave to deserts.\\nAnd power to him who power exerts.\\nHast not thy share? On winged feet,\\nLo it rushes thee to meet\\nAnd all that Nature made thy own,\\nFloating in air or pent in stone.\\nWill rive the hills and swim the sea,\\nAnd, like thy shadow, follow thee.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0245.jp2"}, "244": {"fulltext": "230 POLITICS.\\nPOLITICS.\\nGold and iron are good\\nTo buy iron and gold\\nAll earth s fleece and food\\nFor their like are sold.\\nBoded Merlin wise,\\nProved Napoleon great,\\nNor kind nor coinage buys\\nAught above its rate.\\nFear, Craft and Avarice\\nCannot rear a State.\\nOut of dust to build\\nWhat is more than dust,\\nWalls Amphion piled\\nPhoebus stablish must.\\nWhen the Muses nine\\nWith the Virtues meet.\\nFind to their design\\nAn Atlantic seat,\\nBy green orchard boughs\\nFended from the heat,\\nWhere the statesman ploughs\\nFurrow for the wheat,\\nWhen the Church is social worth,\\nWhen the state-house is the hearth.\\nThen the perfect State is come,\\nThe republican at home.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0246.jp2"}, "245": {"fulltext": "f\\nHEROISM. CHARA CTER. 231\\nHEROISM.\\nKuBY wine is drunk by knaves,\\nSugar spends to fatten slaves,\\nKose and vine-leaf deck buffoons\\nThunder-clouds are Jove s festoons,\\nDrooping oft in wreaths of dread,\\nLightning-knotted round his head;\\nThe hero is not fed on sweets.\\nDaily his own heart he eats\\nChambers of the great are jails.\\nAnd head-winds right for royal sails.\\nCHARACTER.^\\nThe sun set, but set not his hope*.\\nStars rose his faith was earlier up\\nFixed on the enormous galaxy,\\nDeeper and older seemed his eye\\nAnd matched his sufferance sublime\\nThe taciturnity of time.\\nHe spoke, and words more soft than rain\\nBrought the Age of Gold again\\nHis action won such reverence sweet\\nAs hid all measure of the feat.\\n1 A part of this motto was taken from The Poet, an early poem\\nUever published by Mr. Emerson. See Appendix.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0247.jp2"}, "246": {"fulltext": "232 CULTURE. FRIENDSHIP,\\nCULTURE.\\nCae rules or tutors educate\\nThe semigod whom we await?\\nHe must be musical,\\nTremulous, impressional,\\nAlive to gentle influence\\nOf landscape and of sky,\\nAnd tender to the spirit-touch\\nOf man s or maiden s eye:\\nBut, to his native centre fast,\\nShall into Future fuse the Past,\\nAnd the world s flowing fates in his own mould\\nrecast.\\nFRIENDSHIP.\\nA EUDDY drop of manly blood\\nThe surging sea outweighs,\\nThe world uncertain comes and goes\\nThe lover rooted stays.\\nI fancied he was fled,\\nAnd, after many a year.\\nGlowed unexhausted kindliness,\\nLike daily sunrise there.\\nMy careful heart was free again,\\nO friend, my bosom said.\\nThrough thee alone the sky is arched,\\nThrough thee the rose is red\\nAll things through thee take nobler form,", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0248.jp2"}, "247": {"fulltext": "BEAUTY. 23S\\nAnd look beyond the earth,\\nThe mill-round of our fate appears\\nA sun-path in thy worth.\\nMe too thy nobleness has taught\\nTo master my despair\\nThe fountains of my hidden life\\nAre through thy friendship fair.\\nBEAUTY.\\nWas never form and never face\\nSo sweet to Seyd as only grace\\nWhich did not slumber like a stone,\\nBut hovered gleaming and was gone.\\nBeauty chased he everywhere,\\nIn flame, in storm, in clouds of air.\\nHe smote the lake to feed his eye\\nWith the beryl beam of the broken wave 5\\nHe flung in pebbles well to hear\\nThe moment s music which they gave.\\nOft pealed for him a lofty tone\\nFrom nodding pole and belting zone.\\nHe heard a voice none else could hear\\nFrom centred and from errant sphere.\\nThe quaking earth did quake in rhyme,\\nSeas ebbed and flowed in epic chime.\\nIn dens of passion, and pits of woe.\\nHe saw strong Eros struggling through.\\nTo sun the dark and solve the curse.\\nAnd beam to the bounds of the universe.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0249.jp2"}, "248": {"fulltext": "\u00c2\u00a734 MANNERS,\\nWhile thus to love he gave his days\\nIn loyal worship, scorning praise,\\nHow spread their lures for him in vain\\nThieving Ambition and paltering Gain\\nHe thought it happier to be dead,\\nTo die for Beauty, than live for bread.\\nMANNERS.\\nGrace, Beauty and Caprice\\nBuild this golden portal;\\nGraceful women, chosen men,\\nDazzle every mortal.\\nTheir sweet and lofty countenance\\nHis enchanted food\\nHe need not go to them, their forms\\nBeset his solitude.\\nHe looketh seldom in their face,\\nHis eyes explore the ground,\\nThe green grass is a looking-glass\\nWhereon their traits are found.\\nLittle and less he says to them,\\nSo dances his heart in his breast i\\nTheir tranquil mien bereaveth him\\nOf wit, of words, of rest.\\nToo weak to win, too fond to shun\\nThe tyrants of his doom.\\nThe much deceived Endymion\\nSlips behind a tomb.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0250.jp2"}, "249": {"fulltext": "ART. 235\\nART.\\nGive to barrows, trays and pans\\nGrace and glimmer of romance\\nBring the moonlight into noon\\nHid in gleaming piles of stone\\nOn the city s paved street\\nPlant gardens lined with lilacs sweety\\nLet spouting fountains cool the air,\\nSinging in the sun-baked square\\nLet statue, picture, park and hall.\\nBallad, flag and festival,\\nThe past restore, the day adorn.\\nAnd make to-morrow a new morn.\\nSo shall the drudge in dusty frock\\nSpy behind the city clock\\nRetinues of airy kings.\\nSkirts of angels, starry wings,\\nHis fathers shining in bright fables.\\nHis children fed at heavenly tables,\\nT is the privilege of Art\\nThus to play its cheerful part,\\nMan on earth to acclimate\\nAnd bend the exile to his fate,\\nAnd, moulded of one element\\nWith the days and firmament,\\nTeach him on these as stairs to climbj\\nAnd live on even terms with Time;\\nWhilst upper life the slender rill\\nOf human sense doth overfill.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0251.jp2"}, "250": {"fulltext": "236 SPIRITUAL LAWS.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 UNITY.\\nSPIRITUAL LAWS.\\nThe living Heaven thy prayers respects\\nHouse at once and architect,\\nQuarrying man s rejected hours,\\nBuilds therewith eternal towers;\\nSole and self-commanded works,\\nFears not undermining days,\\nGrows by decays.\\nAnd, by the famous might that lurks\\nIn reaction and recoil.\\nMakes flame to freeze and ice to boil;\\nForging, through swart arms of Offence^\\nThe silver seat of Innocence.\\nUNITY.\\nSpace is ample, east and west,\\nBut two cannot go abreast,\\nCannot travel in it two i\\nYonder masterful cuckoo\\nCrowds every Qg^ out of the nest.\\nQuick or dead, except its own;\\nA spell is laid on sod and stone,\\nNight and Day were tampered with.\\nEvery quality and pith\\nSurcharged and sultry with a power\\nThat works its will on age and hour.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0252.jp2"}, "251": {"fulltext": "WORSHIP. 237\\nWORSHIP.\\nThis is he, who, felled by foes,\\nSprung harmless up, refreshed hj blows:\\nHe to captivity was sold.\\nBut him no prison-bars would hold\\nThough they sealed him in a rock,\\nMountain chains he can unlock\\nThrown to lions for their meat.\\nThe crouching lion kissed his feet;\\nBound to the stake, no flames appalled,\\nBut arched o er him an honoring vault.\\nThis is he men miscall Fate,\\nThreading dark ways, arriving late,\\nBut ever coming in time to crown\\nThe truth, and hurl wrong-doers down.\\nHe is the oldest, and best known.\\nMore near than aught thou call st thy own.\\nYet, greeted in another s eyes,\\nDisconcerts with glad surprise.\\nThis is Jove, who, deaf to prayers,\\nFloods with blessings unawares.\\nDraw, if thou canst, the mystic lin@\\nSevering rightly his from thine,\\nWhich is human, which divine-", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0253.jp2"}, "252": {"fulltext": "238 QUATRAINS.\\nQUATRAINS.\\nHigh was her heart, and yet was well inclined,\\nHer manners made of bounty well refined 5\\nFar capitals and marble courts, her eye still seemed\\nto see,\\nMinstrels and kings and high-born dames, and of the\\nbest that be.\\nSUUM CUIQXJE.\\nWilt thou seal up the avenues of ill?\\nPay every debt, as if God wrote the bilL\\nEvery thought is public,\\nEvery nook is wide\\nThy gossips spread each whispePj\\nAnd the gods from side to side.\\nHe who has no hands\\nPerforce must use his tongue 5\\nFoxes are so cunning\\nBecause they are not strong.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0254.jp2"}, "253": {"fulltext": "QUATRAINS. 239\\nARTIST.\\nQuit the hut, frequent the palace,\\nReck not what the people say\\nFor still, where er the trees grow\\nHuntsmen find the easiest way.\\nEver the Poet from the land\\nSteers his bark and trims his sail\\nRight out to sea his courses stand.\\nNew worlds to find in pinnace frail.\\nTo clothe the fiery thought\\nIn simple words succeeds.\\nFor still the craft of genius is\\nTo mask a king in weeds.\\nGo thou to thy learned task,\\nI stay with the flowers of spring:\\nDo thou of the ages ask\\nWhat me the hours will bring.\\nGARDEI5-ER.\\nTrue Brahmin, in the morning meadows wet,\\nExpound the Vedas of the violet,\\nOr, hid in vines, peeping through many a loop.\\nSee the plum redden, and the beurre stoop.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0255.jp2"}, "254": {"fulltext": "240 QUATRAINS.\\nFORESTER.\\nHe took the color of his vest\\nFrom rabbit s coat or grouse s breast\\nFor, as the wood-kinds lurk and hidej\\nSo walks the woodman, unespied.\\nNORTHMAN.\\nThe gale that wrecked you on the sand.\\nIt helped my rowers to row;\\nThe storm is my best galley hand\\nAnd drives me where I go,\\nFROM ALCUIN.\\nThe sea is the road of the bold,\\nFrontier of the wheat-sown plains,\\nThe pit wherein the streams are rolled\\nAnd fountain of the rains.\\nexcelsior.\\nOver his head were the maple buds,\\nAnd over the tree was the moon,\\nAnd over the moon were the starry studs\\nThat drop from the angels shoon.\\nWith beams December planets dart\\nHis cold eye truth and conduct scanned,\\nJuly was in his sunny heart,\\nOctober in his liberal hand.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0256.jp2"}, "255": {"fulltext": "QUATRAINS, 241\\nBORROWING.\\nFROM THE FRENCH.\\nSome of your hurts you have cured,\\nAnd the sharpest you still have survived,\\nBut what torments of grief you endured\\nFrom evils which never arrived!\\nBoon Nature yields each day a brag which we now\\nfirst behold,\\nAnd trains us on to slight the new, as if it were\\nthe old:\\nBut blest is he, who, playing deep, yet haply asks\\nnot .why,\\nToo busied with the crowded hour to fear to live or\\ndie.\\nHer planted eye to-day controls,\\nIs in the morrow most at home.\\nAnd sternly calls to being souls\\nThat curse her when they come.\\nHOROSCOPE.\\nEre he was born, the stars of fate\\nPlotted to make him rich and great:\\nWhen from the womb the babe was loosed,\\nThe gate of gifts behind him closed.\\n.IX. 16", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0257.jp2"}, "256": {"fulltext": "242 QUATRAINS,\\nPOWEK.\\nCast the bantling on the rocks,\\nSuckle him with the she-wolf s teat,\\nWintered with the hawk and fox,\\nPower and speed be hands and feet.\\nCLIMACTERIC.\\nI AM not wiser for my age,\\nNor skilful by my grief;\\nLife loiters at the book s first page,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nAh could we turn the leaf.\\nHERI, CKAS, HODIE.\\nShines the last age, the next with hope is seeiif\\nTo-day shnks poorly off unmarked between\\nFuture or Past no richer secret folds,\\nfriendless Present! than thy bosom holds.\\nNiGHT-DKEAMS trace on Memory s wall\\nShadows of the thoughts of day,\\nAnd thy fortunes, as they fall,\\nThe bias of the will betray.\\nLove on Ms errand bound to go\\nCan swim the flood and wade through snow.\\nWhere way is none, twill creep and wind\\nAnd eat through Alps its home to find.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0258.jp2"}, "257": {"fulltext": "I\\nQUATRAINS. 243\\nSACRIFICE.\\nThough love repine, and reason chafe.\\nThere came a voice without reply,\\nTis man s perdition to be safe,\\nWhen for the truth he ought to die.\\nPEKICLES.\\nWell and wisely said the Greek,\\nBe thou faithful, but not fond\\nTo the altar s foot thy fellow seek,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThe Furies wait beyond.\\nTest of the poet is knowledge of love,\\nFor Eros is older than Saturn or Jove;\\nNever was poet, of late or of yore,\\nWho was not tremulous with love-lore.\\nSHAKSPEARE.\\nI SEE all human wits\\nAre measured but a few\\nUnmeasured still my Shakspeare site.\\nLone as the blessed Jew.\\nHer passions the shy violet\\nFrom Hafiz never hides\\nLove-longings of the raptured bird\\nThe bird to him confides.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0259.jp2"}, "258": {"fulltext": "^44 TRANSLATIONS.\\nNATURE -m LEASTS.\\nAs sings the pine-tree in the wind,\\nSo sings in the wind a spng of the pine\\nHer strength and soul has laughing France\\nShed in each drop of wine.\\nAAAKPYN NEMONTAI AIONA.\\nA NEW commandment, said the smiling Muse,\\nI give my darling son, Thou shalt not preach\\nLuther, Fox, Behmen, Swedenborg, grew pale,\\nAnd, on the instant, rosier clouds upbore\\nHafiz and Shakspeare with their shining choirs.\\nTEANSLATIONS.\\nSONNET OF MICHAEL ANGELO BUONAROTTI.\\nNever did sculptor s dream unfold\\nA form which marble doth not hold\\nIn its white block yet it therein shall find\\nOnly the hand secure and bold\\nWhich still obeys the mind.\\nSo hide in thee, thou heavenly dame.,\\nThe ill I shun, the good I claim\\nI alas not well alive,\\nMiss the aim whereto I strive.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0260.jp2"}, "259": {"fulltext": "TRANSLATIONS. 245\\nNot love, nor beauty s pride,\\nNor Fortune, nor thy coldness, can I chide,\\nIf, whilst within thy heart abide\\nBoth death and pity, my unequal skill\\nFails of the life, but draws the death and ilL\\nTHE EXILE.\\nFROM THE PERSIAN OF KERMANI.\\nIn Farsistan the violet spreads\\nIts leaves to the rival sky;\\nI ask how far is the Tigris flood,\\nAnd the vine that grows thereby?\\nExcept the amber morning wind,\\nNot one salutes me here\\nThere is no lover in all Bagdat\\nTo offer the exile cheer.\\nI know that thou, O morning wind!\\nO er Kernan s meadow blowest.\\nAnd thou, heart-warming nightingale I\\nMy father s orchard knowest.\\nThe merchant hath stuffs of price.\\nAnd gems from the sea-washed strand,\\nAnd princes offer me grace\\nTo stay in the Syrian land;\\nBut what is gold for, but for gifts\\nAnd dark, without love, is the dayi", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0261.jp2"}, "260": {"fulltext": "246 TRANSLATIONS.\\nAnd all that I see in Bagdat\\nIs the Tigris to float me away.\\nFROM HAEIZ,\\nI SAID to heaven that glowed above,\\nO hide yon sun-filled zone,\\nHide all the stars you boast;\\nFor, in the world of love\\nAnd estimation true,\\nThe heaped-up harvest of the moon\\nIs worth one barley-corn at most,\\nThe Pleiads sheaf but two.\\nIf my darling should depart,\\nAnd search the skies for prouder friends,\\nGod forbid my angry heart\\nIn other love should seek amends.\\nWhen the blue horizon s hoop\\nMe a little pinches here,\\nInstant to my grave I stoop.\\nAnd go find thee in the sphere.\\nBethink, poor heart, what bitter kind of jest\\nMad Destiny this tender stripling played\\nFor a warm breast of maiden to his breast,\\nShe laid a slab of marble on his head.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0262.jp2"}, "261": {"fulltext": "TRANSLATIONS. 247\\nThey say, through patience, chalk\\nBecomes a ruby stone\\nAh, yes but by the true heart s blood\\nThe chalk is crimson grown.\\nFRIENDSHIP.\\nThou foolish Hafiz! Say, do churls\\nKnow the worth of Oman s pearls\\nGive the gem which dims the moon\\nTo the noblest, or to none.\\nDearest, where thy shadow falls,\\nBeauty sits and Music calls\\nWhere thy form and favor come.\\nAll good creatures have their home.\\nOn prince or bride no diamond stone\\nHalf so gracious ever shone,\\nAs the light of enterprise\\nBeaming from a young man s eyes.\\nFROM OMAR KHAY YAM.\\nEach spot where tulips prank their stat^\\nHas drunk the life-blood of the great;\\nThe violets yon field which stain\\nAre moles of beauties Time hath slain.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0263.jp2"}, "262": {"fulltext": "248 TRANSLATIONS.\\nHe who has a thousand friends has not a friend to\\nspare,\\nAnd he who has one enemy will meet him everywhere.\\nOn two days it steads not to run from thy grave,\\nThe appointed, and the unappointed day;\\nOn the first, neither balm nor physician can pave,\\nNor thee, on the second, the Universe slay.\\nFROM IBN JEMIN.\\nTwo things thou shalt not long for, if thou love a mind\\nserene\\nA woman to thy wife, though she were a crowned\\nqueen\\nAnd the second, borrowed money, though the smiling\\nlender say\\nThat he will not demand the debt until the Judgment\\nDay.\\nTHE FLUTE.\\nFROM HILALI.\\nHaek what, now loud, now low, the pining flute com-\\nplains.\\nWithout tongue, yellow-cheeked, full of winds that wail\\nand sigh\\nSaying, Sweetheart the old mystery remains,\\nIf I am I thou, thou or thou art I", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0264.jp2"}, "263": {"fulltext": "TRANSLATIONS 249\\nTO THE SHAH.\\nFKOM HAFIZ.\\nThy foes to hunt, thy enviers to strike down,\\nPoises Arcturus aloft morning and evening his spear.\\nTO THE SHAH,\\nFROM ENWERI.\\nNot in their houses stand the stars,\\nBut o er the pinnacles of thine!\\nto the shah.\\nFROM ENWERI.\\nFeom thy worth and weight the stars gravitate,\\nAnd the equipoise of heaven is thy house s equipoise,\\nsong of setd nimetollah of KUHISTAN\\n[Among the religious customs of the dervishes is an astronomical\\ndance, in which the dervish imitates the movements of the heavenly-\\nbodies, by spinning on his own axis, whilst at the same time he re-\\nvolves round the Sheikh in the centre, representing the sun and, as\\nhe spins, he sings the Song of Seyd Nimetollah of Kuhistan.]\\nSpin the ball! I reel, I burn,\\nNor head from foot can I discern.\\nNor my heart from love of mine,\\nNor the wine-cup from the wine.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0265.jp2"}, "264": {"fulltext": "250 TRANSLATIONS.\\nAll my doing, all my leaving;\\nReaches not to my perceiving\\nLost in whirling spheres I rove,\\nAnd knovr only that I love.\\nI am seeker of the stone,\\nLiving gem of Solomon\\nFrom the shore of souls arrived,\\nIn the sea of sense I dived;\\nBut what is land, or what is wavep\\nTo me who only jewels crave?\\nLove is the air-fed fire intense,\\nAnd my heart the frankincense;\\nAs the rich aloes flames, I glow,\\nYet the censer cannot know.\\nI m all-knowing, yet unknowing\\nStand not, pause not, in my goingo\\nAsk not me, as Muftis can.\\nTo recite the Alcoran;\\nWell I love the meaning sweet,\\nI tread the book beneath my feet.\\nLo the God s love blazes higher,\\nTill all difference expire.\\nWhat are Moslems what are Giaours\\nAll are Love s, and all are ours.\\nI embrace the true believers.\\nBut I reck not of deceivers.\\nFirm to Heaven my bosom clings.\\nHeedless of inferior things;\\nDown on earth there, underfoot,\\nWhat men chatter know I not.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0266.jp2"}, "265": {"fulltext": "APPENDIX", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0267.jp2"}, "266": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0268.jp2"}, "267": {"fulltext": "THE POET.i\\nRight upward on the road of fame\\nWith sounding steps the poet came\\nBorn and nourished in miracles,\\nHis feet were shod with golden beUs,\\nOr where he stepped the soil did peal\\nAs if the dust were glass and steel.\\nThe gallant child where er he came\\nThrew to each fact a tuneful name.\\nThe things whereon he cast his eyes\\nCould not the nations rebaptize,\\nNor Time s snows hide the names he setj\\nNor last posterity forget.\\nYet every scroll whereon he wrote\\nIn latent fire his secret thought,\\nFell unregarded to the ground,\\nUnseen by such as stood around.\\nThe pious wind took it away.\\nThe reverent darkness hid the lay.\\nMethought like water-haunting birds\\nDivers or dippers were his words,\\nAnd idle clowns beside the mere\\nAt the new vision gape and jeer.\\n1 This poem was begun as early as 1831, probably earlier, and re-\\nceived additions for more than twenty years, but was never completed.\\nIn its early form, it was entitled, The Discontented Poet, A Masque.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0269.jp2"}, "268": {"fulltext": "254 THE POET.\\nBut when the noisy scorn was past,\\nEmerge the winged words in haste.\\nNew-bathed, new-trimmed, on healthy wing.\\nRight to the heaven they steer and sing.\\nA Brother of the world, his song\\nSounded like a tempest strong\\nWhich tore from oaks their branches broad,\\nAnd stars from the ecliptic road.\\nTimes wore he as his clothing- weeds,\\nHe sowed the sun and moon for seeds.\\nAs melts the iceberg in the seas.\\nAs clouds give rain to the eastern breeze,\\nAs snow-banks thaw in April s beam.\\nThe solid kingdoms like a dream\\nResist in vain his motive strain.\\nThey totter now and float amain.\\nFor the Muse gave special charge\\nHis learning should be deep and large,\\nAnd his training should not scant\\nThe deepest lore of wealth or want\\nHis flesh should feel, his eyes should read\\nEvery maxim of dreadful Need;\\nIn its fulness he should taste\\nLife s honeycomb, but not too fast\\nFull fed, but not intoxicated\\nHe should be loved he should be hated\\nA blooming child to children dear,\\nHis heart should palpitate with fear.\\nAnd well he loved to quit his home\\nAnd, Calmuck, in his wagon roam\\nTo read new landscapes and old skies;", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0270.jp2"}, "269": {"fulltext": "THE POET. 255\\nBut oh, to see his solar eyes\\nLike meteors which chose their way\\nAnd rived the dark like a new day\\nNot lazy grazing on all they saw,\\nEach chimney-pot and cottage door,\\nFarm-gear and village picket-fence,\\nBut, feeding on magnificence.\\nThey bounded to the horizon s edge\\nAnd searched with the sun s privilege.\\nLandward they reached the mountains old\\nWhere pastoral tribes their flocks infold,\\nSaw rivers run seaward by cities high\\nAnd the seas wash the low-hung sky;\\nSaw the endless rack of the firmament\\nAnd the sailing moon where the cloud was rent,\\nAnd through man and woman and sea and star\\nSaw the dance of Nature forward and far.\\nThrough worlds and races and terms and times\\nSaw musical order and pairing rhymes.\\nII.\\nThe gods talk in the breath of the woods,\\nThey talk in the shaken pine,\\nAnd fill the long reach of the old seashore\\nWith dialogue divine\\nAnd the poet who overhears\\nSome random word they say\\nIs the fated man of men\\nWhom the ages must obey:\\nOne who having nectar drank\\nInto blissful orgies sank;\\nHe takes no mark of night or day^\\nHe cannot go, he cannot stay,", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0271.jp2"}, "270": {"fulltext": "256 THE POET.\\nHe would, yet would not, counsel keep,\\nBut, like a walker in his sleep\\nWith staring eye that seeth none,\\nRidiculously up and down\\nSeeks how he may fitly tell\\nThe heart-o erlading miracle.\\nNot yet, not yet,\\nImpatient friend,\\nA little while attend;\\nNot yet I sing: but I must wait,\\nMy hand upon the silent string,\\nFully until the end.\\nI see the coming light,\\nI see the scattered gleams,\\nAloft, beneath, on left and right\\nThe stars own ether beams\\nThese are but seeds of days,\\nNot yet a steadfast morn,\\nAn intermittent blaze.\\nAn embryo god unborn.\\nHow all things sparkle,\\nThe dust is alive.\\nTo the birth they arrive:\\nI snuff the breath of my morning afar,\\nI see the pale lustres condense to a star;\\nThe fading colors fix.\\nThe vanishing are seen,\\nAnd the world that shall be\\nTwins the world that has been.\\nI know the appointed hour,\\nI greet my office well,\\nNever faster, never slower\\nRevolves the fatal wheel!", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0272.jp2"}, "271": {"fulltext": "THE POET. 257\\nThe Fairest enchants me,\\nThe Mighty commands me,\\nSaying, Stand in thy place;\\nUp and eastward turn thy face\\nAs mountains for the morning wait,\\nComing early, coming late,\\nSo thou attend the enriching Fate\\nWhich none can stay, and none accelerate/\\nI am neither faint nor weary.\\nFill thy will, O faultless heart!\\nHere from youth to age I tarry,\\nCount it flight of bird or dart.\\nMy heart at the heart of things\\nHeeds no longer lapse of time,\\nRushing ages moult their wings,\\nBathing in thy day sublime.\\nThe sun set, but set not his hope\\nStars rose, his faith was earlier up\\nFixed on the enormous galaxy,\\nDeeper and older seemed his eye,\\nAnd matched his sufferance sublime\\nThe taciturnity of Time.\\nBeside his hut and shading oak,\\nThus to himself the poet spoke,\\nI have supped to-night with gods,\\nI will not go under a wooden roof\\nAs I walked among the hills\\nIn the love which nature fills.\\nThe great stars did not shine aloof,\\nThey hurried down from their deep abodes\\nAnd hemmed me in their glittering troop.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0273.jp2"}, "272": {"fulltext": "258 THE POET.\\nDivine Inviters I accept\\nThe courtesy ye have shown and kept\\nFrom ancient ages for the bard,\\nTo modulate\\nWith finer fate\\nA fortune harsh and hard.\\nWith- aim like yours\\nI watch your course,\\nWho never break your lawful dance\\nBy error or intemperance.\\nO birds of ether without wings\\nO heavenly ships without a sail\\nO fire of fire best of things\\nO mariners who never fail\\nSail swiftly through your amber vault,\\nAn animated law, a presence to exalt.*\\nAh, happy if a sun or star\\nCould chain the wheel of Fortune s car.\\nAnd give to hold an even state,\\nNeither dejected nor elate.\\nThat haply man upraised might keep\\nThe height of Fancy s far-eyed steep.\\nIn vain the stars are glowing wheels.\\nGiddy with motion Nature reels.\\nSun, moon, man, undulate and stream.\\nThe mountains flow, the solids seem,\\nChange acts, reacts back, forward hurled.\\nAnd pause were palsy to the world.\\nThe morn is come the starry crowds\\nAre hid behind the thrice-piled clouds\\nThe new day lowers, and equal odds\\nHave changed not less the guest of godsi", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0274.jp2"}, "273": {"fulltext": "THE POET. 269\\nDiscrowned and timid, thoughtless, worn,\\nThe child of genius sits forlorn:\\nBetween two sleeps a short day s stealth,\\nMid many ails a brittle health,\\nA cripple of God, half true, half formed,\\nAnd by great sparks Promethean warmed\u00c2\u00ab,\\nConstrained by impotence to adjourn\\nTo infinite time his eager turn,\\nHis lot of action at the urn.\\nHe by false usage pinned about\\nNo breath therein, no passage out,\\nCast wishful glances at the stars\\nAnd wishful saw the Ocean stream\\nMerge me in the brute universe,\\nOr lift to a diviner dream\\nBeside him sat enduring love,\\nUpon him noble eyes did rest,\\nWhich, for the Genius that there strove^\\nThe follies bore that it invest.\\nThey spoke not, for their earnest sense\\nOutran the craft of eloquence.\\nHe whom God had thus preferred,\\nTo whom sweet angels ministered.\\nSaluted him each morn as brother.\\nAnd bragged his virtues to each others\\nAlas! how were they so beguiled,\\nAnd they so pure? He, foolish child,\\nA facile, reckless, wandering will.\\nEager for good, not hating ill.\\nThanked Nature for each stroke she dealt\\nOn his tense chords all strokes were felt,", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0275.jp2"}, "274": {"fulltext": "260 THE POET.\\nThe good, the bad with equal zeal,\\nHe asked, he only asked, to feel.\\nTimid, self-pleasing, sensitive,\\nWith Gods, with fools, content to livec\\nBended to fops who bent to liim;\\nSurface with surfaces did swim.\\nSorrow, sorrow the angels cried,\\n*Is this dear Nature s manly pride?\\nCall hither thy mortal enemy.\\nMake him glad thy fall to see\\nYon waterflag, yon sighing osier,\\nA drop can shake, a breath can fan;\\nMaidens laugh and weep Composure\\nIs the pudency of man.\\nAgain by night the poet went\\nFrom the Hghted halls\\nBeneath the darkling firmament\\nTo the seashore, to the old seawalls,\\nForth paced a star beneath the cloudj\\nThe constellation glittered soon,\\n2 You have no lapse so have ye glowed\\nBut once in your dominion.\\nAnd yet, dear stars, I know ye shine\\nOnly by needs and loves of mine;\\nLight-loving, light-asking life in me\\nFeeds those eternal lamps I see.\\nAnd I to whom your light has spoken^\\nI, pining to be one of you,\\nI fall, my faith is broken,\\nYe scorn me from your deeps of blue\\nOr if perchance, ye orbs of Fate,", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0276.jp2"}, "275": {"fulltext": "THE POET. 261\\nYour ne er averted glance\\nBeams with a will compassionate\\nOn sons of time and chance,\\nThen clothe these hands with power\\nIn just proportion,\\nNor plant immense designs\\nWhere equal means are none/\\nCHORUS OF SPIRITS.\\nMeans, dear brother, ask them not^\\nSoul s desire is means enow,\\nPure content is angel s lot,\\nThine own theatre art thou.\\nGentler far than falls the snow\\nIn the woodwalks still and low\\nFell the lesson on his heart\\nAnd woke the fear lest angels part\\nI see your forms with deep contentj\\nI know that ye are excellent,\\nBut will ye stay?\\nI hear the rustle of wings,\\nYe meditate what to say\\nEre ye go to quit me for ever and aye\\nBrother, we are no phantom hand;\\nBrother, accept this fatal hand.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0277.jp2"}, "276": {"fulltext": "262 THE POET.\\nAches thine unbelieving heart\\nWith the fear that we must part?\\nSee, all we are rooted here\\nBy one thought to one same sphere 5\\nFrom thyself thou canst not flee,\\nFrom thyself no more can we.\\nSuns and stars their courses keep,\\nBut not angels of the deep:\\nDay and night their turn observe,\\nBut the day of day may swerve.\\nIs there warrant that the waves\\nOf thought in their mysterious caves\\nWill heap in me their highest tide,\\nIn me therewith beatified?\\nUnsure the ebb and flood of thought,\\nThe moon comes back, the Spirit noto\\nBrother, sweeter is the Law\\nThan all the grace Love ever saw;\\nWe are its suppliants. By it, we\\nDraw the breath of Eternity;\\nServe thou it not for daily bread,\\nServe it for pain and fear and needc\\nLove it, though it hide its light;\\nBy love behold the sun at night.\\nIf the Law should thee forget,\\nMore enamoured serve it yet;\\nThough it hate thee, suffer long;\\nPut the Spirit in the wrong;", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0278.jp2"}, "277": {"fulltext": "Kas\\nTHE POET. 263\\nBrother, no decrepitude\\nChills the limbs of Time\\nAs fleet his feet, his hands as good,\\nHis vision as sublime\\nOn Nature s wheels there is no rust;\\nNor less on man s enchanted dust\\nBeauty and Force alight.\\nFRAGMENTS ON THE POET AND THE\\nPOETIC GIFT.i\\nThere are beggars in Iran and Araby,\\nSaid was hungrier than all\\nHafiz said he was a fly\\nThat came to every festival.\\nHe came a pilgrim to the Mosque\\nOn trail of camel and caravan.\\nKnew every temple and kiosk\\nOut from Mecca to Ispahan\\nNorthward he went to the snowy hills,\\nAt court he sat in the grave Divan.\\nHis music was the south-wind s sigh,\\nHis lamp, the maiden s downcast eye,\\nAnd ever the spell of beauty came\\nAnd turned the drowsy world to flame.\\nBy lake and stream and gleaming hall\\nAnd modest copse and the forest tall,\\n1 The poem Beauty, the motto for the Essay bearing that name,\\nas originally part of this poem.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0279.jp2"}, "278": {"fulltext": "264 THE POET,\\nWhere er he went, the magic guide\\nKept its place by the poet s side.\\nSaid melted the days like cups of pearl,\\nServed high and low, the lord and the churl,\\nLoved harebells nodding on a rock,\\nA cabin hung with curling smoke.\\nRing of axe or hum of wheel\\nOr gleam which use can paint on steel,\\nAnd huts and tents nor loved he less\\nStately lords in palaces.\\nPrincely women hard to please.\\nFenced by form and ceremony,\\nDecked by courtly rites and dress\\nAnd etiquette of gentilesse.\\nBut when the mate of the snow and wind,\\nHe left each civil scale behind:\\nHim wood-gods fed with honey wild\\nAnd of his memory beguiled.\\nHe loved to watch and wake\\nWhen the wing of the south-wind whipt the lake\\nAnd the glassy surface in ripples brake\\nAnd fled in pretty frowns away\\nLike the flitting boreal lights.\\nRippling roses in northern nights,\\nOr like the thrill of ^olian strings\\nIn which the sudden wind-god rings.\\nIn caves and hollow trees he crept\\nAnd near the wolf and panther slept.\\nHe came to the green ocean s brim\\nAnd saw the wheeling sea-birds skim,\\nSummer and winter, o er the wave.\\nLike creatures of a skiey mould,\\nImpassible to heat or cold.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0280.jp2"}, "279": {"fulltext": "I\\nTHE POET, 265\\nHe stood before the tumbling main\\nWith joy too tense for sober brain\\nHe shared the Hfe of the element,\\nThe tie of blood and home was rent:\\nAs if in him the welkin walked,\\nThe winds took flesh, the mountains talked,\\nAnd he the bard, a crystal soul\\nSphered and concentric with the whole.\\nThe Dervish whined to Said,\\nThou didst not tarry while I prayed.\\nBut Saadi answered,\\nOnce with manlike love and fear\\nI gave thee for an hour my ear,\\nI kept the sun ^and stars at bay.\\nAnd love, for words thy tongue could\\nI cannot sell my heaven again\\nFor all that rattles in thy brain.\\nSaid Saadi, When I stood before\\nHassan the camel-driver s door,\\nI scorned the fame of Timour brave j\\nTimour, to Hassan, was a slave.\\nIn every glance of Hassan s eye\\nI read great years of victory.\\nAnd I, who cower mean and small\\nIn the frequent interval\\nWhen wisdom not with me resides,\\nWorship Toil s vrisdom that abides.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0281.jp2"}, "280": {"fulltext": "266 THE POET.\\nI shunned his eyeS;^ that faithful man s,\\nI shunned the toiling Hassan s glance.\\nThe civil world will much forgive\\nTo bards who from its maxims live,\\nBut if, grown bold, the poet dare\\nBend his practice to his prayer\\nAnd following his mighty heart\\nShame the times and live apart,\\nVce solis I found this.\\nThat of goods I could not miss\\nIf I fell within the line,\\nOnce a member, all was mine,\\nHouses, banquets, gardens, fountains,\\nFortune s delectable mountains\\nBut if I would walk alone.\\nWas neither cloak nor crumb my own.\\nAnd thus the high Muse treated me,\\nDirectly never greeted me.\\nBut when she spread her dearest spells,\\nFeigned to speak to some one else.\\nI was free to overhear.\\nOr I might at will forbear\\nYet mark me well, that idle word\\nThus at random overheard\\nWas the symphony of spheres.\\nAnd proverb of a thousand years,\\nThe light wherewith all planets shone,\\nThe livery all events put on,\\nIt fell in rain, it grew in grain,\\nIt put on flesh in friendly form,\\nFrowned in my foe and growled in storm,", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0282.jp2"}, "281": {"fulltext": "THE POET. 26T\\nIt spoke in Tullius Cicero,\\nIn Milton and in Angelo\\nI travelled and founi it at Rome\\nEastward it filled all Heathendom\\nAnd it lay on my hearth when I came home*\\nMask thy wisdom with delight,\\nToy with the bow, yet hit the white,\\nAs Jelaleddin old and gray;\\nHe seemed to bask, to dream and play\\nWithout remoter hope or fear\\nThan still to entertain his ear\\nAnd pass the burning summer-time\\nIn the palm-grove with a rhyme\\nHeedless that each cmming word\\nTribes and ages overheard:\\nThose idle catches told the laws\\nHolding Nature to her cause.\\nGod only knew how Saadi dined;\\nRoses he ate, and drank the wind;\\nHe freelier breathed beside the pine,\\nIn cities he was low and mean\\nThe mountain waters washed him clean\\nAnd by the sea-waves he was strong;\\nHe heard their medicinal song,\\nAsked no physician but the wave,\\nKo palace but his sea-beat cave.\\nSaadi held the Muse in awe.\\nShe was his mistress and his laws", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0283.jp2"}, "282": {"fulltext": "268 THE POET,\\nA twelvemonth he could silence hold,\\nNor ran to speak till she him told\\nHe felt the flame, the fanning wings,\\nNor offered words till they were things,\\nGlad when the solid mountain swims\\nIn music and uplifting hymns.\\nCharmed from fagot and from steel,\\nHarvests grew upon his tongue,\\nPast and future must reveal\\nAll their heart when Saadi sung\\nSun and moon must fall amain\\nLike sower s seeds into his brain.\\nThere quickened to be born again.\\nThe free winds told him what they knew,\\nDiscoursed of fortune as they blew\\nOmens and signs that filled the air\\nTo him authentic witness bare\\nThe birds brought auguries on their wings.\\nAnd carolled undeceiving things\\nHim to beckon, him to warn\\nWell might then the poet scorn\\nTo learn of scribe or courier\\nThings writ in vaster character\\nAnd on his mind at dawn of day\\nSoft shadows of the evening lay.\\nPale genius roves alone,\\nNo scout can track his way,", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0284.jp2"}, "283": {"fulltext": "THE POET, 269\\nNone credits him till he have shown\\nHis diamonds to the day.\\nNot his the f caster s wine,\\nNor land, nor gold, nor power,\\nBy want and pain God screeneth him\\nTill his elected hour.\\nGo, speed the stars of thought\\nOn to their shining goals\\nThe sower scatters broad his seed,\\nThe wheat thou strew st be souls.\\nA DULL uncertain brain,\\nBut gifted yet to know\\nThat God has cherubim who go\\nSinging an immortal strain,\\nImmortal here below.\\nI know the mighty bards,\\nI listen when they sing,\\nAnd now I know\\nThe secret store\\nWhich these explore\\nWhen they with torch of genius pierce\\nThe tenfold clouds that cover\\nThe riches of the universe\\nFrom God s adoring lover.\\nAnd if to me it is not given\\nTo fetch one ingot thence\\nOf that unfading gold of Heaven\\nHis merchants may dispense.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0285.jp2"}, "284": {"fulltext": "270 THE POET.\\nYet well I know the royal mine,\\nAnd know the sparkle of its ore,\\nKnow Heaven s truth from lies that shine,\\nExplored they teach us to explore.\\nI GKIEVE that better souls than mine\\nDocile read my measured line\\nHigh destined youths and holy maids\\nHallow these my orchard shades\\nEnviron me and me baptize\\nWith light that streams from gracious eyes.\\nI dare not be beloved and known,\\nI ungrateful, I alone.\\nEver find me dim regards,\\nLove of ladies, love of bards,\\nMarked forbearance, compliments,\\nTokens of benevolence.\\nWhat then, can I love myself?\\nFame is profitless as pelf,\\nA good in Nature not allowed\\nThey love me, as I love a cloud\\nSailing falsely in the sphere.\\nHated mist if it come near.\\nFoe, thought, and not praise\\nThought is the wages\\nFor which I sell days,\\nWill gladly sell ages", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0286.jp2"}, "285": {"fulltext": "THE POET, 271\\nAnd willing grow old\\nDeaf and dumb and blind and cold,\\nMelting matter into dreams,\\nPanoramas which I saw\\nAnd whatever glows or seems\\nInto substance, into Lawc\\nTry the might the Muse affords\\nAnd the balm of thoughtful words\\nBring music to the desolate\\nHang roses on the stony fate.\\nFor Fancy s gift\\nCan mountains lift\\nThe Muse can knit\\nWhat is past, what is done,\\nWith the web that s just begun\\nMaking free with time and size,\\nDwindles here, there magnifies,\\nSwells a rain-drop to a tun;\\nSo to repeat\\nNo word or feat\\nCrowds in a day the sum of ages,\\nAnd blushing Love outwits the sages\\nBut over all his crowning grace,\\nWherefor thanks God his daily praise,", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0287.jp2"}, "286": {"fulltext": "272 THE POET,\\nIs the purging of his eye\\nTo see the people of the sky:\\nFrom blue mount and headland dim\\nFriendly hands stretch forth to him,\\nHim they beckon, him advise\\nOf heavenlier prosperities\\nAnd a more excelling grace\\nAnd a truer bosom-giow\\nThan the wine-fed feasters knowo\\nThey turn his heart from lovely maids.\\nAnd make the darlings of the earth\\nSwainish, coarse and nothing worth:\\nTeach him gladly to postpone\\nPleasures to another stage\\nBeyond the scope of human age,\\nFreely as task at eve undone\\nWaits unblamed to-morrow s sun.\\nLet me go where er I will\\nI hear a sky-born music still:\\nIt sounds from all things old,\\nIt sounds from all things young,\\nFrom all that s fair, from all that s foulj\\nPeals out a cheerful song.\\nIt is not only in the rose.\\nIt is not only in the bird,\\nNot only where the rainbow glows,\\nNor in the song of woman heard,\\nBut in the darkest, meanest things\\nThere alway, alway something sings.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0288.jp2"}, "287": {"fulltext": "THE POET. 273\\n\u00e2\u0096\u00a0Tis not in the high stars alone,\\nNor in the cups of budding flowers,\\nNor in the redbreast s mellow tone,\\nNor in the bow that smiles in showers,\\nBut in the mud and scum of things\\nThere alway, alway something sings.\\nBy thoughts I lead\\nBards to say what nations need;\\nWhat imports, what irks and what behooveSj,\\nFramed afar as Fates and Loves.\\nThose who lived with him became\\nPoets, for the air was fame.*\\nShun passion, fold the hands of thrift,\\nSit still and Truth is near\\nSuddenly it will uplift\\nYour eyelids to the sphere\\nWait a little, you shall see\\nThe portraiture of things to be.\\nThe rules to men made evident\\nBy Him who built the day,\\nThe columns of the firmament\\nNot firmer based than they.\\n18", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0289.jp2"}, "288": {"fulltext": "274 THE POET.\\nI FRAMED his tongue to music,\\nI armed his hand with skill,\\nI moulded his face to beauty\\nAnd his heart the throne of Will*\\nFor every God\\nObeys the hjnnn, obeys the ode.\\nFor art, f\u00c2\u00a9r music over-thrilled,\\nThe wine-cup shakes, the wine is spilled.\\nHold of the Maker, not the Made;\\nSit with the Cause, or grim or glad.\\nThat book is good\\nWhich puts me in a working mood.\\nUnless to Thought is added Will,\\nApollo is an imbecile.\\nWhat parts, what gems, what colors shine,\\nAh, but I miss the grand design.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0290.jp2"}, "289": {"fulltext": "THE POET. 275\\nLike vaulters in a circus round\\nWho leap from horse to horse, but never touch the\\nground.\\nFob Genius made his cabin wide,\\nAnd Love led Gods therein to bide.\\nThe atom displaces all atoms beside.\\nAnd Genius unspheres all souls that abide.\\nTo transmute crime to wisdom, so to stem\\nThe vice of Japhet by the thought of Shem.\\nForbore the ant-hiU, shunned to tread.\\nIn mercy, on one little head.\\nI have no brothers and no peers,\\nAnd the dearest interferes:\\nWhen I would spend a lonely day,\\nSun and moon are in my way.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0291.jp2"}, "290": {"fulltext": "276 THE POET.\\nThe brook sings on, but sings in vain\\nWanting the echo in my brain.\\nOisr bravely through the sunshine and the showers I\\nTime hath his work to do and we have ours.\\nHe planted where the deluge ploughed,\\nHis hired hands were wind and cloud 5\\nHis eyes detect the Gods concealed\\nIn the hummock of the field.\\nFor what need I of book or priest,\\nOr sibyl from the mummied East,\\nWhen every star is Bethlehem star?\\nI count as many as there are\\nCinquefoils or violets in the grass,\\nSo many saints and saviours,\\nSo many high behaviors\\nSalute the bard who is alive\\nAnd only sees what he doth give.\\nThou shalt not try\\nTo plant thy shrivelled pedantry\\nOn the shoulders of the sky.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0292.jp2"}, "291": {"fulltext": "THE POET. 277\\nAh, not to me those dreams belong!\\nA better voice peals through my song.\\nTeach me your mood, patient stars 1\\nWho climb each night the ancient sky,\\nLeaving on space no shade, no scars,\\nNo trace of age, no fear to die.\\nThe Muse s hill by Fear is guarded,\\nA bolder foot is still rewarded.\\nHis instant thought a poet spoke,\\nAnd filled the age his fame;\\nAn inch of ground the lightning strook\\nBut lit the sky with flame.\\nIf bright the sun, he tarries,\\nAll day his song is heard\\nAnd when he goes he carries\\nNo more baggage than a bird.\\nThe Asmodean feat is mine,\\nTo spin my sand-heap into twine.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0293.jp2"}, "292": {"fulltext": "2T8 NATURE,\\nSlighted Minerva s learned tongue,\\nBut leaped with joy when on the wind\\nThe shell of Clio rung.\\nBest boon of life is presence of a Muse\\nThat does not wish to wander, comes by stealthy\\nDivulging to the heart she sets on flame\\nNo popular tale or toy, no cheap renown.\\nWhen the wings grow that draw the gazing eye\\nOft-times poor Genius fluttering near the earth\\nIs wrecked upon the turrets of the town;\\nBut Hfted till he meets the steadfast gales\\nCalm blowing from the everlasting West.\\nFRAGMENTS ON NATURE AND LIFE.\\nNATURE.\\nDaily the bending skies solicit man,\\nThe seasons chariot him from this exile,\\nThe rainbow hours bedeck his glowing wheels.\\nThe storm-winds urge the heavy weeks along,\\nSuns haste to set, that so remoter lights\\nBeckon the wanderer to his vaster home.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0294.jp2"}, "293": {"fulltext": "NATURE. 279\\nFor Nature, true and like in every place,\\nWill hint her secret in a garden patch,\\nOr in lone corners of a doleful heath,\\nAs in the Andes watched by fleets at sea,\\nOr the sky-piercing horns of Himmaleh\\nAnd, when I would recall the scenes I dreamed\\nOn Adirondac steeps, I know\\nSmall need have I of Turner or Daguerre,\\nAssured to find the token once again\\nIn silver lakes that unexhausted gleam\\nAnd peaceful woods beside my cottage door.\\nThe patient Pan,\\nDrunken with nectar.\\nSleeps or feigns slumber\\nDrowsily humming\\nMusic to the march of time.\\nThis poor tooting, creaking cricket,\\nPan, half asleep, rolling over\\nHis great body in the grass.\\nTooting, creaking,\\nFeigns to sleep, sleeping never;\\nT is his manner,\\nWell he knows his own affair.\\nPiling mountain chains of phlegm\\nOn the nervous brain of man,\\nAs he holds down central fires\\nUnder Alps and Andes cold;", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0295.jp2"}, "294": {"fulltext": "280 NATURE.\\nHaply else we could not live,\\nLife would be too wild an ode.\\nWhat all the books of ages paint, I have.\\nWhat prayers and dreams of youthful genius feign,\\nI daily dwell in, and am not so blind\\nBut I can see the elastic tent of day\\nBelike has wider hospitality\\nThan my few needs exhaust, and bids me read\\nThe quaint devices on its mornings gay.\\nYet Nature will not be in full possessed.\\nAnd they who truliest love her, heralds are\\nAnd harbingers of a majestic race,\\nWho, having more absorbed, more largely yield.\\nAnd walk on earth as the sun walks in the sphere.\\nBut never yet the man was found\\nWho could the mystery expound,\\nThough Adam, born when oaks were young,\\nEndured, the Bible says, as long\\nBut when at last the patriarch died\\nThe Gordian noose was still untied.\\nHe left, though goodly centuries old,\\nMeek Nature s secret still untold.\\nAtom from atom yawns as far\\nAs moon from earth, or star from staro", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0296.jp2"}, "295": {"fulltext": "NATURE. 281\\nThe sun athwart the cloud thought it no sin\\nTo use my land to put his rainbows in.\\nFor joy and beauty planted it,\\nWith faerie gardens cheered,\\nAnd boding Fancy haunted it\\nWith men and women wierd.\\nWhat central flowing forces, say,\\nMake up thy splendor, matchless day?\\nDay by day for her darlings to her much she added\\nmore;\\nIn her hundred-gated Thebes every chamber was a\\ndoor,\\nA door to something grander, loftier walls, and\\nvaster floor.\\nSamson stark at Dagon s knee.\\nGropes for columns strong as he;\\nWlien his ringlets grew and curled,\\nGroped for axle of the world.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0297.jp2"}, "296": {"fulltext": "282 NATURE.\\nShe paints with white and red the moors\\nTo draw the nations out of doors.\\nA SCORE of airy miles will smooth\\nRough Monadnoc to a gem.\\nThe mountain utters the same sense\\nUnchanged in its intelligence,\\nFor ages sheds its walnut leaves,\\nOne joy it joys, one grief it grieves.\\nTHE EARTH.\\nOur eyeless bark sails free\\nThough with boom and spar\\nAndes, Alp or Himmalee,\\nStrikes never moon or star.\\nSee yonder leafless trees against the sky,\\nHow they diffuse themselves into the air,\\nAnd, ever subdividing, separate\\nLimbs into branches, branches into twigs,\\nAs if they loved the element, and hasted\\nTo dissipate their being into it.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0298.jp2"}, "297": {"fulltext": "NATURE. 283\\nPakks and ponds are good by day;\\nI do not delight\\nIn black acres of the night,\\nNor my unseasoned step disturbs\\nThe sleeps of trees or dreams of herbs.\\nThe low December vault in June be lifted high,\\nAnd largest clouds be flakes of down in that enormou?:\\nsky.\\nSolar insect on the wing\\nIn the garden murmuring,\\nSoothing with thy summer horn\\nSwains by winter pinched and worn.\\nDarlings of children and of bard,\\nPerfect kinds by vice unmarred,\\nAll of worth and beauty set\\nGems in Nature s cabinet;\\nThese the fables she esteems\\nReality most like to dreams.\\nWelcome back, yon little nations.\\nFar-travelled in the south plantations\\nBring your music and rhythmic flighty\\nYour colors for our eyes* delight;", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0299.jp2"}, "298": {"fulltext": "284 NATURE.\\nFreely nestle in our roof,\\nWeave your chamber weatherproof?\\nAnd your enchanting manners bring\\nAnd your autumnal gathering.\\nExchange in conclave general\\nGreetings kind to each and all.\\nConscious each of duty done\\nAnd unstained as the sun.\\nThe water understands\\nCivilization well;\\nIt wets my foot, but prettily\\nIt chiUs my life, but wittily,\\nIt is not disconcerted.\\nIt is not broken-hearted\\nWell used, it decketh joy,\\nAdorneth, doubleth joy\\n111 used, it will destroy,\\nIn perfect time and measure\\nWith a face of golden pleasure\\nElegantly destroy.\\nAll day the waves assailed the rockj\\nI heard no church-bell chime,\\nThe sea-beat scorns the minster clock\\nAnd breaks the glass of Time.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0300.jp2"}, "299": {"fulltext": "NATURE. 285\\nWould you know what joy is hid\\nIn our green Musketaquid,\\nAnd for travelled eyes what charms\\nDraw us to these meadow farms,\\nCome and I will show you all\\nMakes each day a festival.\\nStand upon this pasture hill,\\nFace the eastern star until\\nThe slow eye of heaven shall show\\nThe world above, the world below.\\nBehold the miracle!\\nThou sawst but now the twilight sad\\nAnd stood beneath the firmament,\\nA watchman in a dark gray tent,\\nWaiting till God create the earth,\\nBehold the new majestic birth!\\nThe mottled clouds, like scraps of wool,\\nSteeped in the light are beautiful.\\nWhat majestic stillness broods\\nOver these colored solitudes.\\nSleeps the vast East in pleased peace,\\nUp the far mountain waUs the streams increase\\nInundating the heaven\\nWith spouting streams and waves of light\\nWhich round the floating isles unite:\\nSee the world below\\nBaptized with the pure element,", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0301.jp2"}, "300": {"fulltext": "286 NATURE,\\nA clear and glorious firmament\\nTouched with life by every heamo\\nI share the good with every flower^\\nI drink the nectar of the hour\\nThis is not the ancient earth\\nWhereof old chronicles relate\\nThe tragic tales of crime and fate\\nBut rather, like its beads of dew\\nAnd dew-bent violets, fresh and new,\\nAn exhalation of the time.\\nHe lives not who can refuse me;\\nAll my force saith, Come and use me*\\nA gleam of sun, a little rain,\\nAnd all is green again.\\nSeems, though the soft sheen all enchants.\\nCheers the rough crag and mournful dell,\\nAs if on such stern forms and haunts\\nA wintry storm more fitly fell.\\nIllusions like the tints of pearl,\\nOr changing colors of the sky.\\nOr ribbons of a dancing girl\\nThat mend her beauty to the eye.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0302.jp2"}, "301": {"fulltext": "LIFE. 287\\nThe cold gray down upon the quinces lieth\\nAnd the poor spinners weave their webs thereon\\nTo shave the sunshine that so spicy is.\\nPut in, drive home the sightless wedgei\\nAnd split to flakes the crystal ledges.\\nNature centres into balls,\\nAnd her proud ephemerals.\\nFast to surface and outside,\\nScan the profile of the sphere\\nKnew they what that signified,\\nA new genesis were here.\\nBut Nature whistled with all her winds?\\nDid as she pleased and went her way.\\nLIFE.\\nA TRAEsr of gay and clouded days\\nDappled with joy and grief and praise,\\nBeauty to fire us, saints to savCj\\nEscort us to a little grave.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0303.jp2"}, "302": {"fulltext": "288 LIFE.\\nNo fate, save by the victim s fault, is loWj\\nFor God hath writ all dooms magnificent,\\nSo guilt not traverses his tender will.\\nAround the man who seeks a noble endj\\nNot angels but divinities attend.\\nFrom high to higher forces\\nThe scale of power uprears,\\nThe heroes on their horses,\\nThe gods upon their spheres.\\nThis passing moment is an edifice m\\nWhich the Omnipotent cannot rebuiM\u00c2\u00bb 9\\nEooMY Eternity-\\nCasts her schemes rarely,\\nAnd an seen allows\\nFor each quality and part\\nOf the multitudinous\\nAnd many-chambered heart.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0304.jp2"}, "303": {"fulltext": "LIFE. 289\\nThe beggar begs by God s command.\\nAnd gifts awake when givers sleep,\\nSwords cannot cut the giving hand\\nNor stab the love that orphans keepo\\nEast to match what others do,\\nPerform the feat as well as they;\\nHard to out-do the brave, the true.\\nAnd find a loftier way\\nThe school decays, the learning spoils\\nBecause of the sons of wine;\\nHow snatch the stripling from their toils?-\\nYet can one ray of truth divine\\nThe blaze of reveller s feasts outshine.\\nIn the chamber, on the stairs.\\nLurking dumb,\\nGo and come\\nLemurs and Lars.\\nOf all wit s uses the main one\\nIs to live well with who has none.\\nVOL. IX. 19", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0305.jp2"}, "304": {"fulltext": "290 LIFE.\\nThe tongue is prone to lose the way.\\nNot so the pen, for in a letter\\nWe have not better things to say,\\nBut surely say them better.\\nShe walked in flowers around my field\\nAs June herself around the sphere.\\nSuch another peerless queen\\nOnly could her mirror show.\\nI BEAR in youth the sad infirmities\\nThat use to undo the limb and sense of age;\\nIt hath pleased Heaven to break the dream ot bliss\\nWhich lit my onward way with bright presage,\\nAnd my unserviceable limbs forego\\nThe sweet delight I found in fields and farms.\\nOn windy hills, whose tops with morning glow,\\nAnd lakes, smooth mirrors of Aurora s charms.\\nYet I think on them in the silent night,\\nStill breaks that morn, though dim, to Memory s\\neye,\\nAnd the firm soul does the pale train defy\\nOf grim Disease, that would her peace affright.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0306.jp2"}, "305": {"fulltext": "LIFE. 291\\nPlease God, I ll wrap me in mine innocence\\nAnd bid each awful Muse drive the damned harpies\\nhence.\\nCambridge, 1827.\\nBe of good cheer, brave spirit; steadfastly\\nServe that low whisper thou hast served for know,\\nGod hath a select family of sons\\nNow scattered wide thro earth, and each alone,\\nWho are thy spiritual kindred, and each one\\nBy constant service to that inward law,\\nIs weaving the sublime proportions\\nOf a true monarch s soul. Beauty and strength,\\nThe riches of a spotless memory,\\nThe eloquence of truth, the wisdom got\\nBy searching of a clear and loving eye\\nThat seeth as God seeth. These are their gifts,\\nAnd Time, who keeps God s word, brings on the day\\nTo seal the marriage of these minds with thine,\\nThine everlasting lovers. Ye shall be\\nThe salt of all the elements, world of the world.\\nFriekds to me are frozen wine;\\nI wait the sun on them should shine.\\nDay by day returns\\nThe everlasting sun.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0307.jp2"}, "306": {"fulltext": "292 LIFE.\\nReplenishing material urns\\nWith God s unspared donation\\nBut the day of day,\\nThe orb within the mind,\\nCreating fair and good alway,\\nShines not as once it shined.\\nVast the realm of Being is.\\nIn the waste one nook is his 5\\nWhatsoever hap befalls\\nIn his vision s narrow walls\\nHe is here to testify.\\nf831.\\nLeave me, Fear, thy throbs are base,\\nTrembling for the body s sake:\\nCome, Love who dost the spirit raise\\nBecause for others thou dost wake.\\nO it is beautiful in death\\nTo hide the shame of human nature s en(?\\nIn sweet and wary serving of a friend.\\nLove is true glory s field where the last breath\\nExpires in troops of honorable cares.\\nThe wound of Fate the hero cannot feel\\nSmit with the heavenlier smart of social zeaL\\nIt draws immortal day\\nIn soot and ashes of our clay.\\nIt is the virtue that enchants it.\\nIt is the face of God that haunts it.\\n1831.\\ni", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0308.jp2"}, "307": {"fulltext": "LIFE. 29S\\nHas God on thee conferred\\nA bodily presence mean ,as Paul s^\\nYet made thee bearer of a word\\nWhich sleepy nations as with trumpet calls\\nO noble heart, accept\\nWith equal thanks the talent and disgrace;\\nThe marble town unwept\\nNourish thy virtue in a private place.\\nThink not that unattended\\nBy heavenly powers thou steal st to Solitude,\\nNor yet on earth all unbefriended.\\n1831.\\nYou shall not love me for what daily spends\\nYou shall not know me in the noisy street,\\nWhere I, as others, follow petty ends;\\nNor when in fair saloons we chance to meet;\\nNor when I m jaded, sick, anxious, or mean.\\nBut love me then and only, when you know\\nMe for the channel of the rivers of God\\nFrom deep ideal fontal heavens that flow.\\nTo and fro the Genius flies,\\nA light which plays and hovers\\nOver the maiden s head\\nAnd dips sometimes as low as to her eyes.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0309.jp2"}, "308": {"fulltext": "294 LIFE.\\nOf her faults I take no note,\\nFault and folly are not mine;\\nConies the Genius, all s forgot,\\nReplunged again into that upper sphere\\nHe scatters wide and wild its lustres heree\\nLove\\nAsks nought his brother cannot give\\nAsks nothing, but does all receive.\\nLove calls not to his aid events\\nHe to his wants can well suffice\\nAsks not of others soft consents.\\nNor kind occasion without eyes;\\nNor plots to ope or bolt a gate,\\nNor heeds Condition s iron walls,\\nWhere he goes, goes before him Fate;\\nWhom he uniteth, God installs\\nInstant and perfect his access\\nTo the dear object of his thought,\\nThough foes and land and seas between\\nHimself and his love intervene.\\nGo if thou wilt, ambrosial flower,\\nGo match thee with thy seeming peers\\nI will wait Heaven s perfect ho ir\\nThrough the innumerable years.\\nTell men what they knew before;\\nPaint the prospect from their door.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0310.jp2"}, "309": {"fulltext": "LIFE. 295\\nHim strong Genius urged to roam,\\nStronger Custom brought him home.\\nThou shalt make thy house\\nThe temple of a nation s vows.\\nSpirits of a higher strain\\nWho sought thee once shall seek agai^\\nI detected many a god\\nForth already on the road,\\nAncestors of beauty come\\nIn thy breast to make a home.\\nAs the drop feeds its fated flower,\\nAs finds its Alp the snowy shower,\\nChild of the omnific Need,\\nHurled into life to do a deed,\\nMan drinks the water, drinks the light.\\nEver the Rock of Ages melts\\nInto the mineral air.\\nTo be the quarry whence to build\\nThought and its mansions fair.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0311.jp2"}, "310": {"fulltext": "296 LIFE.\\nYes, sometimes to the sorrow-stricken\\nShall his own sorrow seem impertinent,\\nA thing that takes no more root in the world\\nThan doth the traveller s shadow on the rock.\\nThe archangel Hope\\nLooks to the* azure cope,\\nWaits through dark ages for the morn,\\nDefeated day by day, but unto victory born.\\nBut if thou do thy best,\\nWithout remission, without rest,\\nAnd invite the sun-beam,\\nAnd abhor to feign or seem\\nEven to those who thee should love\\nAnd thy behavior approve\\nIf thou go in thine own likeness,\\nBe it health, or be it sickness;\\nIf thou go as thy father s son,\\nIf thou wear no mask or lie.\\nDealing purely and nakedly,\\n=J^\\nFrom the stores of eldest matter,\\nThe deep-eyed flame, obedient water,", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0312.jp2"}, "311": {"fulltext": "LIFE. 297\\nTransparent air, all-feeding earth,\\nHe took the flower of all their worth,\\nAnd, best with best in sweet consent.\\nCombined a new temperament.\\nAscending thorough just degrees\\nTo a consummate holiness,\\nAs angel blind to trespass done.\\nAnd bleaching all souls like the sun.\\nThe bard and mystic held me for their owii,\\nI filled the dream of sad; poetic maids,\\nI took the friendly noble by the hand,\\nI was the trustee of the hand-cart man,\\nThe brother of the fisher, porter, swain.\\nAnd these from the crowd s edge well pleased beheld\\nThe service done to me as done to them.\\nWith the key of the secret he marches faster,\\nFrom strength to strength, and for night brings dayj\\nWhile classes or tribes, too weak to master\\nThe flowing conditions of life, give way.\\nOh what is Heaven but the fellowship\\nOf minds that each can stand against the world\\nBy its own meek and incorruptible will?", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0313.jp2"}, "312": {"fulltext": "298 THE BOHEMIAN HYMN.\\nThat each should in his house abidej\\nTherefore was the world so wide.\\nIf curses be the wage of love,\\nHide in thy skies, thou fruitless Jovej\\nNot to be named\\nIt is clear\\nWhy the gods will not appear;\\nThey are ashamed.\\nWhen wrath and terror changed Jove s regal port,\\nAnd the rash-leaping thunderbolt feU short.\\nTHE BOHEMIAN HYMN.\\nIn many forms we try\\nTo utter God s infinity.\\nBut the boundless hath no form,\\nAnd the Universal Friend\\nDoth as far transcend\\nAn ansrel as a worm.\\nThe great Idea baffles wit,\\nLanguage falters under it,", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0314.jp2"}, "313": {"fulltext": "PRA YER. GRA CE. 299\\nIt leaves the learned in the lurch\\nNor art, nor power, nor toil can find\\nThe measure of the eternal Mind,\\nNor hymn, nor prayer, nor church.\\nPRAYER.\\nWhen success exalts thy lot\\nGod for thy virtue lays a plot.\\nAnd all thy life is for thy own,\\nThen for mankind s instruction shown;\\nAnd though thy knees were never bent,\\nTo Heaven thy hourly prayers are sent,\\nAnd whether formed for good or ill\\nAre registered and answered still.\\nGRACE.\\nHow much, preventing God, how much I owe\\nTo the defences thou hast round me set\\nExample, custom, fear, occasion slow,\\nThese scorned bondmen were my parapet.\\nI dare not peep over this parapet\\nTo gauge with glance the roaring gulf below,\\nThe depths of sin to which I had descended,\\nHad not these me against myself defended.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0315.jp2"}, "314": {"fulltext": "300 EROS. NAPLES.\\nEROS.\\nThey put their finger on their lip.\\nThe Powers above:\\nThe seas their islands clip,\\nThe moons in ocean dip,\\nThey love, but name not love.\\nWRITTEN IN NAPLES, MARCH, 1833.\\nWe are what we are made each following day\\nIs the Creator of our human mould\\nNot less than was the first the all-wise God\\nGilds a few points in every several life,\\nAnd as each flower upon the fresh hill-side,\\nAnd every colored petal of each flower,\\nIs sketched and dyed each with a new design,\\nIts. spot of purple, and its streak of brown.\\nSo each man s life shall have its proper lights,\\nAnd a few joys, a few peculiar charms,\\nFor him round in the melancholy hours\\nAnd reconcile him to the common days.\\nNot many men see beauty in the fogs\\nOf close low pine-woods in a river town;\\nYet unto me not morn s magnificence.\\nNor the red rainbow of a summer eve,\\nNor Rome, nor joyful Paris, nor the halls\\nOf rich men blazing hospitable light,\\nNor wit, nor eloquence, no, nor even the song", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0316.jp2"}, "315": {"fulltext": "ROME. BOl\\nOf any woman that is now alive,\\nHath such a soul, such divine influence,\\nSuch resurrection of the happy past,\\nAs is to me when I behold the morn\\nOpe in such low moist road-side, and beneath\\nPeep the blue violets out of the black loam.\\nPathetic silent poets that sing to me\\nThine elegy, sweet singer, sainted wife.\\nWRITTEN AT ROME, 1833.\\nAlone in Rome. Why, Rome is lonely too;\\nBesides, you need not be alone the soul\\nShall have society of its own rank.\\nBe great, be true, and all the Scipios,\\nThe Catos, the wise patriots of Rome\\nShall flock to you and tarry by your side.\\nAnd comfort you with their high company.\\nVirtue alone is sweet society.\\nIt keeps the key to all heroic hearts.\\nAnd opens you a welcome in them all.\\nYou must be like them if you desire them,\\nScorn trifles and embrace a better aim\\nThan wine or sleep or praise\\nHunt knowledge as the lover wooes a maid,\\nAnd ever in the strife of your own thoughts\\nObey the nobler impulse that is Rome\\nThat shall command a senate to your side\\nFor there is no might in the universe\\nThat can contend with love. It reigns forever.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0317.jp2"}, "316": {"fulltext": "802 PETER S FIELD.\\nWait then, sad friend, wait in majestic peace\\nThe hour of heaven. Generously trust\\nThy fortune s web to the beneficent hand\\nThat; until now has put his world in fee\\nTo thee. He watches for thee still. His love\\nBroods over thee, and as God lives in heaven,\\nHowever long thou walkest solitary.\\nThe hour of heaven shall come, the man appear.\\nPETER S FIELD.i\\n[Knows he who tills this lonely field\\nTo reap its scanty corn\\nWhat mystic fruit his acres yield\\nAt midnight and at morn?]\\nThat field by spirits bad and good,\\nBy Hell and Heaven is haunted,\\nAnd every rood in the hemlock wood\\nI know is ground enchanted.\\n[In the long sunny afternoon\\nThe plain was full of ghosts,\\nI wandered up, I wandered down\\nBeset by pensive hosts.]\\n1 This poem on the memories and associations of the field hj the\\nConcord Eiver where Mr. Emerson and his brothers walked in their\\nyouth, is probably of earlier date than The Dirge, with which it has\\ntwo verses in common.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0318.jp2"}, "317": {"fulltext": "PETER S FIELD. 303\\nFor in those lonely grounds the sun\\nShines not as on the town,\\nIn nearer arcs his journeys run,\\nAnd nearer stoops the moon.\\nThere in a moment I have seen\\nThe buried Past arise\\nThe fields of Thessaly grew green.\\nOld gods forsook the skies.\\nI cannot publish in my rhyme\\nWhat pranks the greenwood played\\nIt was the Carnival of time,\\nAnd Ages went or stayed.\\nTo me that spectral nook appeared\\nThe mustering Day of Doom,\\nAnd round me swarmed in shadowy troop\\nThings past and things to come.\\nThe darkness haunteth me elsewhere;\\nThere I am full of light;\\nIn every whispering leaf I hear\\nMore sense than sages write.\\nUnderwoods were full of pleasance,\\nAll to each in kindness bend.\\nAnd every flower made obeisance\\nAs a man unto his friend.\\nFar seen the river glides below\\nTossing one sparkle to the eyes.\\nI catch thy meaning, wizard wave;\\nThe River of my Life replies.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0319.jp2"}, "318": {"fulltext": "S04 THE WALK,\u00e2\u0080\u0094 MAY MORNING,\\nTHE WALK.\\nA QUEEN rejoices in her peers,\\nAnd wary Nature knows her own\\nBy court and city, dale and down,\\nAnd like a lover volunteers,\\nAnd to her son will treasures more\\nAnd more to purpose freely pour\\nIn one wood walk, than learned men\\nCan find with glass in ten times ten.\\nMAY MORNINa\\nWho saw the hid beginnings\\nWhen Chaos and Order strove,\\nOr who can date the morning\\nThe purple flaming of love?\\nI saw the hid beginnings\\nWhen Chaos and Order strove,\\nAnd I can date the morning prime\\nAnd purple flame of love.\\nSong breathed from all the forest,\\nThe total air was fame;\\nIt seemed the world was all torches\\nThat suddenly caught the flame.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0320.jp2"}, "319": {"fulltext": "THE MIRACLE. 305\\nIs there never a retroscope mirror\\nIn the realms and corners of space\\nThat can give us a glimpse of the battle\\nAnd the soldiers face to face?\\nSit here on the basalt ranges\\nWhere twisted hills betray\\nThe seat of the world-old Forces\\nWho wrestled here on a day.\\nWhen the purple flame shoots up,\\nAnd Love ascends his throne,\\nI cannot hear your songs, O birds.\\nFor the witchery of my own.\\nAnd every human heart\\nStill keeps that golden day\\nAnd rings the bells of jubilee\\nOn its own First of May.\\nTHE MIRACLE.\\n1 HAVE trod this path a hundred times\\nWith idle footsteps, crooning rhymes.\\nI know each nest and web-worm s tent,\\nThe fox-hole which the woodchucks Tentj\\nMaple and oak, the old Divan\\nSelf-planted twice, like the banian.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0321.jp2"}, "320": {"fulltext": "808 TEE MIRACLE.\\nI know not why I came again\\nUnless to learn it ten times ten.\\nTo read the sense the woods impart\\nYou must bring the throbbing heart.\\nLove is aye the counterforce,\\nTerror and Hope and wild Remorse,\\nNewest knowledge, fiery thought,\\nOr Duty to grand purpose wrought..\\nWandering yester morn the brake,\\nI reached this heath beside the lake,\\nAnd oh, the wonder of the power,\\nThe deeper secret of the hour!\\nNature, the supplement of man.\\nHis hidden sense interpret can\\nWhat friend to friend cannot convey\\nShall the dumb bird instructed say.\\nPassing yonder oak, I heard\\nSharp accents of my woodland bird\\nI watched the singer with delight,\\nBut mark what changed my joy to fright,\\nWhen that bird sang, I gave the theme.\\nThat wood-bird sang my last night s dream,\\nA brown wren was the Daniel\\nThat pierced my trance its drift to teU,\\nKnew my quarrel, how and why.\\nPublished it to lake and sky.\\nTold every word and syllable\\nIn his flippant chirping babble,\\nAll my wrath and all my shames,\\nNay, God is witness, gave the names..", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0322.jp2"}, "321": {"fulltext": "THE WATERFALL.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 WALDEN. 307\\nTHE WATERFALL.\\nA PATCH of meadow upland\\nReached by a mile of road,\\nSoothed by the voice of waters,\\nWith birds and flowers bestowed.\\nHither I come for strength\\nWhich well it can supply,\\nFor Love draws might from terrene force\\nAnd potencies of sky.\\nThe tremulous battery Earth\\nResponds to the touch of man;\\nIt thrills to the antipodes,\\nFrom Boston to Japan.\\nWALDEN.i\\nIn my garden three ways meet,\\nThrice the spot is blest\\nHermit thrush comes there to build,\\nCarrier doves to nest.\\nThere broad-armed oaks, the copses maze,\\nThe cold sea-wind detain\\n1 This poem represents the early form of My Garden, which, im\\nyears, grew from this beginning.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0323.jp2"}, "322": {"fulltext": "308 WALDEN.\\nHere sultry Summer over-stays\\nWhen Autumn- chills the plain,\\nSeK-sown my stately garden grows\\nThe winds and wind-blown seed,\\nCold April rain and colder snows\\nMy hedges plant and feed.\\nFrom mountains far and valleys near\\nThe harvests sown to-day\\nThrive in all weathers without fear,\\nWild planters, plant away!\\nIn cities high the careful crowds\\nOf woe-worn mortals darkling go,\\nBut in these sunny solitudes\\nMy quiet roses blow.\\nMethought the sky looked scornful down\\nOn all was base in man.\\nAnd airy tongues did taunt the town,\\nAchieve our peace who can\\nWhat need I holier dew\\nThan Walden s haunted wave,\\nDistilled from heaven s alembic blue,\\nSteeped in each forest cave?\\nIf Thought unlock her mysteries,\\nIf Friendship on me smile,\\nI walk in marble galleries,\\nI talk with kings the while.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0324.jp2"}, "323": {"fulltext": "PAN. 309\\nAnd chiefest thou, whom Genius loved,\\nDaughter of sounding seas,\\nWhom Nature pampered in these groves\\nAnd lavished all to please,\\nWhat wealth of mornings in her year,\\nWhat planets in her sky\\nShe chose her best thy heart to cheer.\\nThy beauty to supply.\\nNow younger pilgrims find the stream,\\nThe willows and the vine.\\nBut aye to me the happiest seem\\nTo draw the dregs of wine.\\nPAN.\\nWHAT are heroes, prophets, men,\\nBut pipes through which the breath of Pan doth blow\\nA momentary music. Being s tide\\nSwells hitherward, and myriads of forms\\nLive, robed with beauty, painted by the sun;\\nTheir dust, pervaded by the nerves of God,\\nThrobs with an overmastering energy\\nKnowing and doing. Ebbs the tide, they lie\\nWhite hollow shells upon the desert shore.\\nBut not the less the eternal wave rolls on\\nTo animate new millions, and exhale\\nRaces and planets, its enchanted foam.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0325.jp2"}, "324": {"fulltext": "810 THE SOUTH WIND.\\nMONADNOC FROM AFAR.\\nDakk flower of Cheshire garden,\\nRed evening duly dyes\\nThy sombre head with rosy hues\\nTo fix far-gazing eyes.\\nWell the Planter knew how strongly\\nWorks thy form on human thought 5\\nI muse what secret purpose had he\\nTo draw all fancies to this spot.\\nTHE SOUTH WIND.\\nSudden gusts came full of meaning,\\nAll too much to him they said,\\nOh, south winds have long memories,\\nOf that be none afraid.\\nI cannot tell rude listeners\\nHalf the tell-tale south wind said,\\nT would bring the blushes of yon maplei\\nTo a man and to a maid.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0326.jp2"}, "325": {"fulltext": "FAME. 311\\nFAME.\\nAh Fate, cannot a man\\nBe wise without a beard\\nEast, West, from Beer to Dan,\\nSay, was it never heard\\nThat wisdom might in youth be gotten,\\nOr wit be ripe before t was rotten\\nHe pays too high a price\\nFor knowledge and for fame\\nWho sells his sinews to be wise,\\nHis teeth and bones to buy a name,\\nAnd crawls through life a paralytic\\nTo earn the praise of bard and critic.\\nWere it not better done.\\nTo dine and sleep through forty years;\\nBe loved by few be feared by none\\nLaugh life away have wine for tears\\nAnd take the mortal leap undaunted.\\nContent that all we asked was granted?\\nBut Fate will not permit\\nThe seed of gods to die.\\nNor suffer sense to win from wit\\nIts guerdon in the sky.\\nNor let us hide, whate er our pleasure.\\nThe world s light underneath a measure.\\nGo then, sad youth, and shine.\\nGo, sacrifice to Fame;", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0327.jp2"}, "326": {"fulltext": "812 WEBSTER.\\nPut youth, joy, health, upon the shrine.\\nAnd life to fan the flame\\nBeing for Seeming bravely barter,\\nAnd die to Fame a happy martyr.\\nWEBSTER.\\nFROM THE PHI BETA KAPPA POEM, 1834.\\nIll fits the abstemious Muse a crown to weave\\nFor living brows ill fits them to receive\\nAnd yet, if virtue abrogate the law,\\nOne portrait, fact or fancy we may draw;\\nA form which Nature cast in the heroic mould\\nOf them who rescued liberty of old;\\nHe, when the rising storm of party roared,\\nBrought his great forehead to the council board,\\nThere, while hot heads perplexed with fears the state^\\nCalm as the morn the manly patriot sate\\nSeemed, when at last his clarion accents broke,\\nAs if the conscience of the country spoke.\\nNot on its base Monadnoc surer stood.\\nThan he to common sense and common good:\\nNo mimic; from his breast his counsel drew.\\nBelieved the eloquent was aye the true\\nHe bridged the gulf from th alway good and wise\\nTo that within the vision of small eyes.\\nSelf-centred; when he launched the genuine word\\nIt shook or captivated all who heard.\\nRan from his mouth to mountains and the sea,\\nAnd burned in noble hearts proverb and prophecy.\\nI", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0328.jp2"}, "327": {"fulltext": "THE ENCHANTER. 313\\nVfRITTEN IN A VOLUME OF GOETHE.\\nSix thankful weeks, and let it be\\nA meter of prosperity,\\nIn my coat I bore this book,\\nAnd seldom therein could I look,\\nFor I had too much to think.\\nHeaven and earth to eat and drink.\\nIs he hapless who can spare\\nIn his plenty things so rare?\\nTHE ENCHANTER.\\nIn the deep heart of man a poet dwells\\nWho all the day of life his summer story tells\\nScatters on every eye dust of his spells,\\nScent, form and color to the flowers and shells\\nWins the believing child with wondrous tales;\\nTouches a cheek with colors of romance,\\nAnd crowds a history into a glance\\nGives beauty to the lake and fountain.\\nSpies over-sea the fires of the mountain\\nWhen thrushes ope their throat, t is he that singSj\\nAnd he that paints the oriole s fiery wings.\\nThe little Shakspeare in the maiden s heart\\nMakes Romeo of a plough-boy on his cart;\\nOpens the eye to Virtue s starlike meed\\nAnd gives persuasion to a gentle deed.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0329.jp2"}, "328": {"fulltext": "314 PHILOSOPHER. LIMITS.\\nPHILOSOPHER.\\nPhilosophers are lined with eyes within,\\nAnd, being so, the sage unmakes the man.\\nIn love, he cannot therefore cease his trade\\nScarce the first blush has overspread his cheeks\\nHe feels it, introverts his learned eye\\nTo catch the unconscious heart in the very act*\\nHis mother died, the only friend he had,\\nSome tears escaped, but his philosophy\\nCouched like a cat sat watching close behind\\nAnd throttled all his passion. Is t not like\\nThat devil-spider that devours her mate\\nScarce freed from her embraces?\\nLIMITS.\\nWho knows this or that?\\nHark in the wall to the rat:\\nSince the world was, he has gnawed 5\\nOf his wisdom, of his fraud\\nWhat dost thou know?\\nIn the wretched little beast\\nIs life and heart.\\nChild and parent.\\nNot without relation\\nTo fruitful field and sun and moon.\\nWhat art thou? His wicked eye\\nIs cruel to thy cruelty.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0330.jp2"}, "329": {"fulltext": "INSCRIPTION. THE EXILE. 315\\nINSCRIPTION FOR A WELL IN MEMORY OF\\nTHE MARTYRS OF THE WAR.\\nFall, stream, from Heaven to bless return as well\\nSo did our sons; Heaven met them as they fell.\\nTHE EXILE.\\n(after TALLESSINo)\\nThe heavy blue chain\\nOf the boundless main\\nDidst thou, just man, endure.\\nI HAVE an arrow that will find its mark,\\nA mastiff that will bite without a bark.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0331.jp2"}, "330": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0332.jp2"}, "331": {"fulltext": "INDEX OF FIRST LINES,\\nA dull uncertain brain, 269.\\nA new commandment, said the smiling Muse, 244.\\nA patch of meadow upland, 307.\\nA queen rejoices in her peers, 304.\\nA ruddy drop of manly blood, 232.\\nA score of airy miles will smooth, 282.\\nA train of gay and clouded days, 287.\\nAh Fate, cannot a man, 311.\\nAh, not to me those dreams belong 277.\\nAll day the waves assailed the rock, 284.\\nAlone in Rome. Why, Rome is lonely too, 301.\\nAnnounced by all the trumpets of the sky, 42.\\nAround the man who seeks a noble end, 288.\\nAs sings the pine-tree in the wind, 244.\\nAs sunbeams stream through liberal space, 48.\\nAs the drop feeds its fated flower, 295.\\nAscending thorough just degrees, 297.\\nAskest, How long thou shalt stay 20.\\nAtom from atom yawns as far, 280.\\nBe of good cheer, brave spirit steadfastly, 291,\\nBecause I was content with these poor fields, 124.\\nBest boon of life is presence of a Muse, 278.\\nBethink, poor heart, what bitter kind of jest, 246.\\nBlooms the laurel which belongs, 181.\\nBoon Nature yields each day a brag which we now first behold, 24L\\nBring me wine, but wine which never grew. 111.\\nBulkeley, Himt, Willard, Hosmer, Meriam, Fhnt, 35.\\nBurly, dozing humble-bee, 39.\\nBut God said, 101.\\nBut if thou do thy best, 296.\\nBut Nature whistled with all her winds, 287.\\nBut never yet the man was found, 280.\\nBut over all his crowning grace, 271.\\nBy fate, not option, frugal Nature gave, 120.\\nBy the rude bridge that arched the flood, 139.\\nBy thoughts 1 lead, 273.\\nCan rules or tutors educate, 232.\\nCast the bantling on the rocks, 242.\\nDaily the bending skies solicit man, 278.\\nDark flower of Cheshire garden, 310.\\nDarlings of children and of bard, 283.\\nDaughter of Heaven and Earth, coy Spring, 143.\\nDaughters of Time, the hypocritic Days, 196.\\nDay by day for her darlings to her much she added more, 281.\\nDay by day returns, 291.\\nDay hast thou two faces, 197.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0333.jp2"}, "332": {"fulltext": "318 INDEX OF FIRST LINES,\\nDearest, where thy shadow falls, 247.\\nDeep in the man sits fast his fate, 171.\\nEach spot where tulips prank their state, 247.\\nEach the herald is who wrote, 75.\\nEasy to match what others do, 289.\\nEre he was born, the stars of fate, 241.\\nEver the Poet from the land, 239.\\nEver the Rock of Ages melts, 295.\\nEvery day brings a ship, 188.\\nEvery thought is public, 238.\\nFall, stream, from Heaven to bless return as well, 315.\\nFarewell, ye lofty spires, 222.\\nFor art, for music over-thrilled, 274.\\nFor every God, 274,\\nFor Fancy s gift, 271.\\nFor Genius made his cabin wide, 275.\\nFor joy and beauty planted it, 281.\\nFor Nature, true and like in every place, 279.\\nFor thought, and not praise, 270.\\nFor what need I of book or priest, 276.\\nForbore the ant-hill, shunned to tread, 275.\\nFreedom all winged expands, 179.\\nFriends to me are frozen wine, 291.\\nFrom fall to spring, the russet acorn, 119.\\nFrom high to higher forces, 288.\\nFrom the stores of eldest matter, 296.\\nFrom thy worth and weight the stars gravitate, 249.\\nOive all to love, 84.\\nGive me truths, 122.\\nGive to barrows, trays and pans, 235.\\nGo if chou wilt, ambrosial flower, 294,\\nGo thou to thy learned task, 239.\\nGold and iron are good, 230.\\nGood-bye, proud world I m going home, 37.\\nGrace, Beauty and Caprice?234,\\nHark what, now loud, now low, the pining flute complains, 248.\\nHas God on thee conferred, 293.\\nHast thou named all the birds without a gun 78.\\nHe lives not who can refuse me, 286.\\nHe planted where the deluge ploughed, 276.\\nHe took the color of his vest, 240.\\nHe who has a thousand friends has not a friend to spare, 248.\\nHe who has no hands, 238,\\nHer passions the shy violet, 243,\\nHer planted eye to-day controls, 241,\\nHigh was her heart, and yet was well inclined, 238.\\nHim strong Genius urged to roam, 295.\\nHis instant thought a poet spoke, 277.\\nHold of the Maker, not the Made, 274.\\nHow much, preventing God, how much I owe, 299.\\nI, Alphonso, live and learn, 27.\\nI am not wiser for my apre, 242.\\nI am the Muse who sung alway, 189.\\nI bear in youth the s d infirmities, 290.\\nI cannot spare water or wine, 30.\\nI do not count the hours I spend, 214.\\nI framed his tongue to music, 274.\\nI grieve that better souls than mine, 270.\\nI have an arrow that will find its mark, 315.\\nI have no brothers and no peers, 276.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0334.jp2"}, "333": {"fulltext": "INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 319\\nI have trod this path a hundred times, 305.\\nI heard or seemed to hear the chiding Sea, 207.\\nI hung my verses in the wind, 189.\\nI like a church I like a cowl, 15.\\nI mourn upon this battle-field, 224.\\nI reached the middle of the mount, 127.\\nI said to heaven that glowed above, 246.\\nI see all human wits, 243.\\nI serve you not, if you I follow, 76.\\nIf bright the sun, he tarries, 277.\\nIf curses be the wage of love, 298.\\nIf I could put my woods in song, 197.\\nIf my darling should depart, 246.\\nIf the red slayer think he slays, 170.\\nIll fits the abstemious Muse a crown to weave, 312.\\nIllusions like the tints of pearl, 286.\\nIn an age of fops and toys, 180.\\nIn Farsistan the violet spreads, 245.\\nIn many forms we try, 298.\\nIn May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes, 39.\\nIn my garden three ways meet, 307.\\nIn the chamber, on the stairs, 289.\\nIn the deep heart of man a poet dwells, 313.\\nIt fell in the ancient periods, 21.\\nIt is time to be old, 216.\\nKnows he who tills this lonely field, 127, 302.\\nLeave me, Fear, thy throbs are base, 292.\\nLet me go where er I will, 272.\\nLike vaulters in a circus round, 275.\\nLittle thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown, 14.\\nLong I followed happy guides, 79.\\nLove asks nought his brother cannot give, 294.\\nLove on his errand bound to go, 242.\\nLow and mournful be the strain, 178.\\nMan was made of social earth, 97.\\nMay be true what I had heard, 41.\\nMine are the night and morning, 209.\\nMine and yours, 36.\\nMortal mixed of middle clay, 33.\\nNature centres into balls, 287.\\nNever did sculptor s dream unfold, 244.\\nNight-dreams trace on Memory s wall, 242.\\nNo fate, save by the victim s fault, is low, 288.\\nNot in their houses stand the stars, 249.\\nO fair and stately maid, whose eyes, 87.\\nO pity that I pause 187.\\nO tenderly the haughty day, 173.\\nO well for the fortunate soul, 180.\\nO what are heroes, prophets, men, 309.\\nOf all wit s uses the main one, 289.\\nOh what is Heaven but the fellowship, 297.\\nOn a mound an Arab lay, 89.\\nOn bravely through the sunshine and the showers, 276.\\nOn prince or bride no diamond stone, 247.\\nOn two days it steads not to run from thy grave, 248.\\nOnce I wished I might rehearse, 172.\\nOne musician is sure, 203.\\nOur eyeless bark sails free, 282.\\nOver his head were the maple buds, 240.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0335.jp2"}, "334": {"fulltext": "820\\nINDEX OF FIBST LINES.\\nPale genius roves alone, 268.\\nParks and ponds are good by day, 283.\\nPhilosophers are lined with eyes within, 314.\\nPut in, drive home the sightless wedges, 287.\\nQuit the hut, frequent the palace, 239.\\nRight upward on the road of fame, 253.\\nRoomy Eternity, 288.\\nRuby wine is drunli by knaves, 231.\\nSamson stark at Dagon s knee, 281.\\nSee yonder leafless trees against the sky, 282.\\nSeek not the spirit, if it hide, 80.\\nSeems, though the soft sheen all enchants, 286.\\nSet not thy foot on graves, 31.\\nShe iiS gamesome and good, 194.\\nShe paints with white and red the moors, 282.\\nShe walked in flowers around my field, 290.\\nShines the last age, the next with hope is seen, 242.\\nShun passion, fold the hands of thrift, 273.\\nSix thankful weeks, and let it be, 313.\\nSlighted Minerva s learned tongue, 278.\\nSoft and softlier hold me, friends 220.\\nSolar insect on the wing, 283.\\nSome of your hurts you have cured, 241.\\nSpace is ample, east and west, 236.\\nSpin the ball I reel, I burn, 249.\\nSuch another peerless queen, 290,\\nSudden gusts came full of meaning, 310.\\nTeach me your mood, patient stars 277.\\nTell men what they knew before, 294.\\nTest of the poet is knowledge of love, 243.\\nThanks to the morning light, 23.\\nThat book is good, 274.\\nThat each should in his house abide, 298.\\nThat you are fair or wise is vain, 32.\\nThe April winds are magical, 219.\\nThe archangel Hope, 296.\\nThe I rfmodean feat is mine, 277.\\nThe atom displaces all atoms beside, 275.\\nThe bard and mystic held me for their own, 297.\\nThe beggar begs by God s command, 289.\\nThe brook sings on, but sings in vain, 276.\\nThe cold gray down upon the quinces lieth, 287.\\nThe debt is paid, 221.\\nThe gale that wrecked you on the sand, 240.\\nThe green grass is bowing, 86.\\nThe heavy blue chain, 315.\\nThe land that has no song, 186.\\nThe living Heaven thy prayers respect, 236.\\nThe lords of Hfe, the lords of life, 228.\\nThe low December vault in June be lifted high, 2^\\nThe mountain and the squirrel, 71.\\nThe mountain utters the same sense, 282.\\nThe Muse s hill by Fear is guarded, 277.\\nThe patient Pan, 279.\\nTlie prosperous and beautiful, 78.\\nThe rhyme of the poet, 109.\\nThe rocky nook with hill-tops three, 182.\\nThe rules to men made evident, 273,\\nThe sea is the road of the bold, 240.\\nThe sense of the world is short, 89.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0336.jp2"}, "335": {"fulltext": "INDEX OF FIBST LINES. 321\\nThe solid, solid universe, 221.\\nThe South-wind brings, 130.\\nThe Sphinx is drowsy, 9.\\nThe sun atliwart the cloud thought it no sin, 281.\\nThe sun goes down, and with him takes, 196.\\nThe sun set, but set not his hope, 231.\\nThe tongue is prone to lose the way, 290.\\nThe water understands, 284.\\nThe wings of Time are black and white, 229.\\nThe word of the Lord by night, 174.\\nThs yeitarday doth never smile, 217.\\nThee, dear friend, a brother soothes, 18.\\nThere are beggars iu Iran and Araby, 263.\\nThey brought me rubies from the mine, 188.\\nThey put their finger on their lips, 300.\\nThey say, through patience, chalk, 247.\\nThine eyes still shined for me, though far, 88.\\nThink me not unkind and rude, 105.\\nThis is he, who, felled by foes, 237.\\nThis passing moment is an edifice, 288.\\nThou foolish Hafiz Say, do churls, 247.\\nThou Shalt make thy house, 295.\\nThou Shalt not try, 276.\\nThough loath to grieve, 71.\\nThough love repine and reason chafe, 243.\\nThousand minstrels woke within me, 58.\\nThy foes to hunt, thy enviers to strike down, 249.\\nThy summer voice, Musketaquit, 213.\\nThy trivial harp will never please, 106.\\nTo and fro the Genius flies, 293.\\nTo clothe the fiery thought, 239.\\nTo transmute crime to wisdom, so to stem, 275.\\nTrees in groves, 114.\\nTrue Brahmin, in the morning meadows wet, 239.\\nTry the might the Muse affords, 271.\\nTwo things thou shalt not long for, if thou love a mind serene, 248.\\nVenus, when her son was lost, 92.\\nWas never form and never face, 233.\\nWe are what we are made each following day, 300.\\nWe crossed Champlain to Keeseville with our friends, 159*\\nWe love the venerable house, 192.\\nWeU and wisely said the Greek, 243.\\nWhat all the books of ages paint, I have, 280.\\nWhat care I, so they stand the same, 113.\\nWhat central flowing forces, say, 281.\\nWhen I was born, 121.\\nWhen success exalts thy lot, 299.\\nWhen the pine tosses its cones, 43.\\nWhen wrath and terror changed Jove s regal port, 298.\\nWho gave thee, O Beauty, 81.\\nWho knows this or that 314.\\nWho saw the hid beginnings, 304.\\nWhy should I keep holiday, 77.\\nWilt thou seal up the avenues of ill 238.\\nWinters know, 193.\\nWise and polite, and if I drew, 159.\\nWith beams December planets dart, 240.\\nWith the key of the secret he marches faster, 297.\\nWould you know what joy is hid, 285.\\nYes, sometimes to the sorrow-stricken, 296.\\nYou shall not be overbold, 200.\\nYou shall not love me for what daily spends, 293.\\nYour picture smiles as first it smiled, 88.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0337.jp2"}, "336": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0338.jp2"}, "337": {"fulltext": "INDEX OF TITLES.\\n[The titles in small capital letters are those of the principal divisions of the\\nwork those in lower case are of single poems, or the subdivisions of long\\npoems.]\\nA. H., 238.\\nASoKpvv vefiovrai Auava^ 244.\\nAdirondacs, The, 159.\\nAlcuin, From, 240.\\nAlphonso of Castile, 27.\\nAmulet, The, 88.\\nApology, The, 105.\\nApril, 219.\\nArt, 235.\\nArtist, 239.\\nAstrsea, 75.\\nBacchus, 111.\\nBeauty, 233.\\nBerrying, 41.\\nBirds, 283.\\nBlight, 122.\\nBo(5ce, :i6tienne de la, 78.\\nBohemian Hymn, The, 298.\\nBorrowing, 241.\\nBoston, 182.\\nBoston Hymn, read in Music Hall,\\nJanuary 1, 1863, 174.\\nBotanist, 239.\\nBrahma, 170.\\nCasella, 243.\\nCelestial Love, The, 101.\\nChanning, W. H., Ode inscribed to, 71.\\nCharacter, 231.\\nChartist s Complaint, The, 197.\\nCircles, 287.\\nClimacteric, 242.\\nCompensation, 77, 229.\\nConcord Hymn-, 139.\\nConcord, Ode Simg in the Town Hall,\\nJuly 4, 1857, 173.\\nCulture, 232.\\nCupido, 221.\\nDaemonic Love, The, 97.\\nDay s Ration, The, 121,\\nDays, 196.\\nDestiny, 32.\\nDttge, 127.\\nEach and All, 14.\\nEarth, The, 282.\\nEarth-Song, 36.\\nEllen, To, 86.\\nEnchanter, The, 313.\\nEpitaph, 246.\\nEros, 89, 300.\\nEva, To, 87,\\nExcelsior, 240.\\nExile, The, 245, 315.\\nExperience, 228.\\nFable, 71.\\nFame, 311.\\nFate, 171, 241.\\nFlute, The, 248.\\nForbearance, 78.\\nForerunners, 79.\\nForester, 240.\\nFragments on Nature and Life, 278.\\nFragments on the Poet and thb\\nPoetic Gift, 263.\\nFreedom, 172.\\nFriendship, 232, 247.\\nGardener, 239.\\nGive all to Love, 84,\\nGood-bye, 37.\\nGrace, 299.\\nGuy, 33.\\nHafiz, 243.\\nHafiz, From, 246.\\nHamatreya, 35.\\nHarp, The, 203.\\nHeri, Cras, Hodie, 242.\\nHermione, 89.\\nHeroism, 231.\\nHolidays, 1..\\nHoroscope, 241.\\nHumble-Bee, The, 39.\\nHush 238.\\nHymn sung at the Second Church,\\nBoston, at the Ordination of Rev.\\nChandler Robbms, 192.", "height": "3587", "width": "2221", "jp2-path": "poems04emer_0339.jp2"}, "338": {"fulltext": "324\\nINDEX OF TITLES.\\nIbn Jemin, From, 248.\\nIn Memoriam, 224.\\nInitial, Daemonic and Celestial Love,\\n92.\\nInitial Love, The, 92.\\nInscription for a Well in Memory of\\nthe Martyrs of the War, 315.\\nJ. W., To, 31.\\nLast Farewell, The, 222.\\nLetters, 188.\\nLife, 287.\\nLimits, 314.\\nLove, 242.\\nMaiden Speech of the ^ollan Harp,\\n220.\\nManners, 234.\\nMay-Day, 143.\\nMay Morning, 304.\\nMemory, 242.\\nMerlin, 106.\\nMerops, 113.\\nMiracle, The, 305.\\nMithridates, 30.\\nMonadnoc, 58.\\nMonadnoc from afar, 310.\\nMusketaquid, 124.\\nMy Garden, 197.\\nNature, 193, 194, 241, 278.\\nNature in Leasts, 244.\\nNorthman, 240.\\nNun s Aspiration, The, 217.\\nOde, inscribed to W. H. Channing,\\n71.\\nOde, sung in the Town Hall, Concord,\\nJuly 4, 1857, 173.\\nOde to Beauty, 81.\\nOmar Khay Yam, From, 247.\\nOrator, 238.\\nPan, 309.\\nPark, The, 78.\\nPast, The, 221.\\nPericles, 243.\\nPeter s Field, 302.\\nPhilosopher, 314.\\nPoet, 239.\\nPoet, The, 253.\\nPolitics, 230.\\nPower, 242.\\nPrayer, 299.\\nProblem, The, IS.\\nQfateains, 238.\\nRhea, To, 38.\\nRhodora, The, 39.\\nRomany Girl, The, 195.\\nRubies, 188.\\nS. H., 240.\\nSaadi, 114.\\nSacrilice, 243.\\nSea-Shore, 207.\\nShah, To the, 249.\\nShakspeare, 243.\\nSnow-storm, The, 42.\\nSolution, 189.\\nSong of Nature, 209.\\nSong of Seyd NimetoUah of Kuhistan,\\n249.\\nSonnet of Michael Angelo Buonarotti,\\nSouth Wind, The, 310.\\nSphinx, The, 9.\\nSpiritual Laws, 236.\\nSunrise, 285.\\nSursum Corda, 80.\\nSuum Cuique, 238.\\nTerminus, 216.\\nTest, The, 189.\\nThine Eyes still Shined, 88.\\nThrenody, 130.\\nTitmouse, The, 200.\\nTo Ellen, 86.\\nTo Eva, 87.\\nTo J. 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