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Ralph Waldo Emerson's Poetry, by first line

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  • Mortal mixed of middle clay,
    Attempered to the night and day,
    44 lines
  • The rocky nook with hilltops three
    Looked eastward from the farms,
    106 lines
  • At anchor in Hampton Roads we lay,
    On board of the Cumberland, sloop-of-war;
    48 lines
  • Day! hast thou two faces,
    Making one place two places?
    18 lines
  • This is he, who, felled by foes,
    Sprung harmless up, refreshed by blows
    23 lines
  • If the red slayer think he slays,
    Or if the slain think he is slain,
    16 lines, 1 comment
  • I heard or seemed to hear the chiding Sea
    Say, Pilgrim, why so late and slow to come?
    50 lines
  • I like the church; I like a cowl;
    I love a prophet of the soul;
    72 lines
  • How much, preventing God! how much I owe
    To the defenses thou hast round me set:
    8 lines
  • Daughters of Time, the hypocritic Days,
    Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes,
    11 lines
  • The debt is paid,
    The verdict said,
    21 lines
  • The lords of life, the lords of life,-
    I saw them pass,
    21 lines
  • Mine are the night and morning,
    The pits of air, the gulf of space,
    84 lines, 2 comments
  • The Sphinx is drowsy,
    The wings are furled;
    132 lines
  • Bulkeley, Hunt, Willard, Hosmer, Meriam, Flint,
    Possessed the land which rendered to their toil
    63 lines
  • I Alphonso live and learn,
    Seeing nature go astern.
    82 lines, 1 comment
  • Himself it was who wrote
    His rank, and quartered his own coat.
    48 lines, 1 comment
  • BRING me wine, but wine which never grew
    In the belly of the grape,
    67 lines
  • May be true what I had heard,
    Earth's a howling wilderness
    12 lines, 1 comment
  • Give me truths,
    For I am weary of the surfaces,
    63 lines, 1 comment
  • Higher far,
    Upward, into the pure realm,
    107 lines
  • Why should I keep holiday,
    When other men have none?
    8 lines, 1 comment
  • Man was made of social earth,
    Child and brother from his birth;
    160 lines
  • Knows he who tills this lonely field
    To reap its scanty corn,
    52 lines
  • Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown,
    Of thee, from the hill-top looking down;
    51 lines
  • The sense of the world is short, -
    Long and various the report, -
    6 lines, 1 comment
  • I serve you not, if you I follow,
    Shadow-like, o'er hill and hollow,
    24 lines
  • The mountain and the squirrel
    Had a quarrel;
    19 lines, 1 comment
  • Deep in the man sits fast his fate
    To mould his fortunes, mean or great:
    16 lines
  • Hast thou named all the birds without a gun;
    Loved the wood-rose, and left it on its stalk;
    8 lines, 2 comments
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