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The Snow-Storm

The Snow-Storm
Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,
Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields,
Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air
Hides hill and woods, the river, and the heaven,
And veils the farmhouse at the garden's end.
The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet
Delated, all friends shut out, the housemates sit
Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed
In a tumultuous privacy of storm.
Come see the north wind's masonry.
Out of an unseen quarry evermore
Furnished with tile, the fierce artificer
Curves his white bastions with projected roof
Round every windward stake, or tree, or door.
Speeding, the myriad-handed, his wild work
So fanciful, so savage, nought cares he
For number or proportion. Mockingly,
On coop or kennel he hangs Parian wreaths;
A swan-like form invests the hiddden thorn;
Fills up the famer's lane from wall to wall,
Maugre the farmer's sighs; and at the gate
A tapering turret overtops the work.
And when his hours are numbered, and the world
Is all his own, retiring, as he were not,
Leaves, when the sun appears, astonished Art
To mimic in slow structures, stone by stone,
Built in an age, the mad wind's night-work,
The frolic architecture of the snow.
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The Romany Girl

The Romany Girl
The sun goes down, and with him takes
The coarseness of my por attire;
The fair moon mounts, and aye the flame
Of Gypsy beauty blazes higher.
Pale Northern girls! you scorn our race;
You captives of your air-tight halls,
Wear out in-doors your sickly days,
But leave us the horizon walls.
And if I take you, dames, to task,
And say it frankly without guile,
Then you are Gypsies in a mask,
And I the lady all the while.
If, on the heath, below the moon,
I court and play with paler blood,
Me false to mine dare whisper none,--
One sallow horseman knows me good.
Go, keep your cheek's rose from the rain,
For teeth and hair with shopmen deal;
My swarthy tint is in the grain,
The rocks and forest knoww it real.
The wild air bloweth in out lungs,
The keen stars twinkle in our eyes,
The birds gave us our wily tongues,
The panther in our dances flies.
You doubt we read the stars on high,
Nathless we read your fortunes true;
The stars may hide in the upper sky,
But without glass we fathom you.
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The Problem

The Problem
I like the church; I like a cowl;
I love a prophet of the soul;
And on my heart monastic aisles
Fall like sweet strains, or pensive smiles;
Yet not for all his faith can see
Would I that cowlèd churchman be.
Why should the vest on him allure,
Which I could not on me endure?
Not from a vain or shallow thought
His awful Jove young Phidias brought;
Never from lips of cunning fell
The thrilling Delphic oracle;
Out from the heart of nature rolled
The burdens of the Bible old;
The litanies of nations came,
Like the volcano's tongue of flame,
Up from the burning core below,--
The canticles of love and woe:
The hand that rounded Peter's dome
And groined the aisles of Christian Rome
Wrought in a sad sincerity;
Himself from God he could not free;
He builded better than he knew;--
The conscious stone to beauty grew.
Knowst thou what wove yon wood bird's nest
Of leaves and feathers from her breast?
Or how the fish outbuilt her shell,
Painting with morn each annual cell?
Or how the sacred pine tree adds
To her old leaves new myriads?
Such and so grew these holy piles,
Whilst love and terror laid the tiles.
Earth proudly wears the Parthenon,
As the best gem upon her zone,
And Morning opes with haste her lids
To gaze upon the Pyramids;
O'er England's abbeys bends the sky,
As on its friends, with kindred eye;
For out of Thought's interior sphere
These wonders rose to upper air;
And Nature gladly gave them place,
Adopted them into her race,
And granted them an equal date
With Andes and with Ararat.
These temples grew as grows the grass;
Art might obey, but not surpass.
The passive Master lent his hand
To the vast soul that o'er him planned;


And the same power that reared the shrine
Bestrode the tribes that knelt within.
Ever the fiery Pentecost
Girds with one flame the countless host,
Trances the heart through chanting choirs,
And through the priest the mind inspires.
The word unto the prophet spoken
Was writ on tables yet unbroken;
The word by seers or sibyls told,
In groves of oak, or fames of gold,
Still floats upon the morning wind,
Still whispters to the willing mind.
One accent of the Holy Ghost
The heedless world hath never lost.
I know what say the fathers wise,--
The Book itself before me lies,
Old Chrysostom, best Augustine,
And he who blent both in his line,
The younger Golden Lips or mines,
Taylor, the Shakespeare of divines.
His words are music in my ear.
I see his cowlèd portrait dear;
And yet, for all his faith could see,
I would not the good bishop be.
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The Park

The Park
The prosperous and beautiful
To me seem not to wear
The yoke of conscience masterful,
Which galls me everywhere.
I cannot shake off the god;
On my neck he makes his seat;
I look at my face in the glass,
My eyes his eye-balls meet.
Enchanters! enchantresses!
Your gold makes you seem wise:
The morning mist within your grounds
More proudly rolls, more softly lies.
Yet spake yon purple mountain,
Yet said yon ancient wood,
That night or day, that love or crime
Lead all souls to the Good.
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The Bell

The Bell
I love thy music, mellow bell,
I love thine iron chime,
To life or death, to heaven or hell,
Which calls the sons of Time.
Thy voice upon the deep
The home-bound sea-boy hails,
It charms his cares to sleep,
It cheers him as he sails.
To house of God and heavenly joys
Thy summons called our sires,
And good men thought thy sacred voice
Disarmed the thunder's fires.
And soon thy music, sad death-bell,
Shall lift its notes once more,
And mix my requiem with the wind
That sweeps my native shore.
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The Forerunners

The Forerunners
Long I followed happy guides,—
I could never reach their sides.
Their step is forth, and, ere the day,
Breaks up their leaguer, and away.
Keen my sense, my heart was young,
Right goodwill my sinews strung,
But no speed of mine avails
To hunt upon their shining trails.
On and away, their hasting feet
Make the morning proud and sweet.
Flowers they strew, I catch the scent,
Or tone of silver instrument
Leaves on the wind melodious trace,
Yet I could never see their face.
On eastern hills I see their smokes
Mixed with mist by distant lochs.
I meet many travellers
Who the road had surely kept,—
They saw not my fine revellers,—
These had crossed them while they slept.
Some had heard their fair report
In the country or the court.
Fleetest couriers alive
Never yet could once arrive,
As they went or they returned,
At the house where these sojourned.
Sometimes their strong speed they slacken,
Though they are not overtaken:
In sleep, their jubilant troop is near,
I tuneful voices overhear,
It may be in wood or waste,—
At unawares 'tis come and passed.
Their near camp my spirit knows
By signs gracious as rainbows.
I thenceforward and long after
Listen for their harplike laughter,
And carry in my heart for days
Peace that hallows rudest ways.—
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The Amulet

The Amulet
Your picture smiles as first it smiled,
The ring you gave is still the same,
Your letter tells, O changing child,
No tidings since it came.
Give me an amulet
That keeps intelligence with you,
Red when you love, and rosier red,
And when you love not, pale and blue.
Alas, that neither bonds nor vows
Can certify possession;
Torments me still the fear that love
Died in its last expression.
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Tact

Tact
What boots it, thy virtue,
What profit thy parts,
While one thing thou lackest,
The art of all arts!
The only credentials,
Passport to success,
Opens castle and parlor,—
Address, man, Address.
The maiden in danger
Was saved by the swain,
His stout arm restored her
To Broadway again:
The maid would reward him,—
Gay company come,—
They laugh, she laughs with them,
He is moonstruck and dumb.
This clenches the bargain,
Sails out of the bay,
Gets the vote in the Senate,
Spite of Webster and Clay;
Has for genius no mercy,
For speeches no heed,—
It lurks in the eyebeam,
It leaps to its deed.
Church, tavern, and market,
Bed and board it will sway;
It has no to-morrow,
It ends with to-day.
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Sursum Corda

Sursum Corda
Seek not the Spirit, if it hide,
Inexorable to thy zeal:
Baby, do not whine and chide;
Art thou not also real?
Why should'st thou stoop to poor excuse?
Turn on the Accuser roundly; say,
"Here am I, here will I remain
Forever to myself soothfast,
Go thou, sweet Heaven, or, at thy pleasure stay."—
Already Heaven with thee its lot has cast,
For it only can absolutely deal.
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Seashore

Seashore
I heard or seemed to hear the chiding Sea
Say, Pilgrim, why so late and slow to come?
Am I not always here, thy summer home?
Is not my voice thy music, morn and eve?
My breath thy healthful climate in the heats,
My touch thy antidote, my bay thy bath?
Was ever building like my terraces?
Was ever couch magnificent as mine?
Lie on the warm rock-ledges, and there learn
A little hut suffices like a town.
I make your sculptured architecture vain,
Vain beside mine. I drive my wedges home,
And carve the coastwise mountain into caves.
Lo! here is Rome and Nineveh and Thebes,
Karnak and Pyramid and Giant's Stairs
Half piled or prostrate; and my newest slab
Older than all thy race.
Behold the Sea,
The opaline, the plentiful and strong,
Yet beautiful as is the rose in June,
Fresh as the trickling rainbow of July;
Sea full of food, the nourisher of kinds,
Purger of earth, and medicine of men;
Creating a sweet climate by my breath,
Washing out harms and griefs from memory,
And, in my mathematic ebb and flow,
Giving a hint of that which changes not.
Rich are the sea-gods:--who gives gifts but they?
They grope the sea for pearls, but more than pearls:
They pluck Force thence, and give it to the wise.
For every wave is wealth to Dædalus,
Wealth to the cunning artist who can work
This matchless strength. Where shall he find, O waves!
A load your Atlas shoulders cannot lift?
I with my hammer pounding evermore
The rocky coast, smite Andes into dust,
Strewing my bed, and, in another age,
Rebuild a continent of better men.
Then I unbar the doors: my paths lead out
The exodus of nations: I dispersed
Men to all shores that front the hoary main.
I too have arts and sorceries;
Illusion dwells forever with the wave.
I know what spells are laid. Leave me to deal
With credulous and imaginative man;
For, though he scoop my water in his palm,
A few rods off he deems it gems and clouds.
Planting strange fruits and sunshine on the shore,


I make some coast alluring, some lone isle,
To distant men, who must go there, or die.
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Identification and basic context

Ralph Waldo Emerson was an American essayist, lecturer, philosopher, and poet. He is best known as the central figure of the Transcendentalist movement. Born into a Unitarian ministerial family, he was a descendant of a long line of clergymen. His nationality was American, and he wrote and lectured primarily in English. Emerson lived during a period of significant intellectual and social ferment in the United States, marked by the burgeoning of American identity, reform movements (abolitionism, women's rights), and the philosophical and spiritual reorientation that characterized Transcendentalism.

Childhood and education

Emerson's childhood was marked by intellectual rigor and spiritual questioning. His father, William Emerson, was a prominent Unitarian minister, and his mother, Ruth Haskins Emerson, provided a devoted, though financially strained, upbringing. Emerson's father died when he was eight, leaving the family in precarious circumstances. He received his early education from tutors and attended the Boston Latin School. He entered Harvard College at the age of 14, graduating in 1821. He then studied at Harvard Divinity School, graduating in 1826, though he struggled with his calling to the ministry. His intellectual development was shaped by extensive reading of philosophy (Plato, Kant, Coleridge), theology, and literature, alongside a deep engagement with nature, which he viewed as a source of spiritual insight.

Literary trajectory

Emerson's formal ministry was brief, ending in 1832 due to his theological doubts and dissatisfaction with the ritualistic aspects of church services. He then embarked on a career as a public lecturer, which became his primary means of disseminating his ideas across America. His first major book, 'Nature' (1836), anonymously published, is considered the foundational text of Transcendentalism. This was followed by his influential essay "The American Scholar" (1837), delivered as an address at Harvard, which called for intellectual independence. His seminal essay collection, 'Essays: First Series' (1841), included "Self-Reliance," "The Over-Soul," and "Compensation," solidifying his reputation. 'Essays: Second Series' (1844) featured "The Poet" and "Experience." He also published 'Representative Men' (1850) and 'The Conduct of Life' (1860). Emerson was a prolific correspondent and his journals, published posthumously, are a treasure trove of his thought.

Works, style, and literary characteristics

Emerson's major works are his collections of essays, including 'Nature', 'Essays: First Series', and 'Essays: Second Series', as well as his lectures, which were often later published. His dominant themes include self-reliance, individualism, the divinity of nature, the spiritual unity of all beings (the Over-Soul), the importance of intuition over reason, social reform, and the rejection of conformity. Emerson's style is characterized by its aphoristic brilliance, eloquent prose, and a sometimes sermonic tone. He favored clarity and directness, often employing metaphors drawn from nature. His poetic voice is philosophical and inspirational, encouraging readers to seek truth within themselves and in the natural world. His language is elevated yet accessible, filled with memorable phrases that have become ingrained in the American lexicon. He championed a distinctly American literary voice, separate from European traditions.

Cultural and historical context

Emerson was a leading voice of Transcendentalism, a philosophical and literary movement that flourished in New England in the 1830s and 1840s. This movement emerged from Unitarianism but broke away to embrace a more mystical and idealistic worldview. He lived during a time of significant social reform movements in America, including abolitionism, temperance, and women's suffrage, and while he was an advocate for many reforms, his primary focus remained on individual spiritual and intellectual transformation. He engaged with contemporaries like Henry David Thoreau, Margaret Fuller, and Bronson Alcott, forming the core of the Transcendentalist circle. His ideas provided a philosophical underpinning for many of these reform efforts.

Personal life

Emerson's personal life was marked by profound intellectual curiosity and a deep connection to his family and community, though often tinged with personal loss. He married his first wife, Ellen Tucker, in 1829, but she died of tuberculosis in 1831, a loss that deeply affected him and contributed to his questioning of traditional religious frameworks. He remarried in 1835 to Lydia Jackson, who became a supportive partner and intellectual companion. He raised four children with Lydia. Emerson was a devoted friend and mentor to many, most notably Henry David Thoreau. His philosophical views were deeply held, emphasizing intuition, individual conscience, and a belief in the inherent moral order of the universe.

Recognition and reception

Emerson achieved significant recognition during his lifetime as a leading intellectual and orator. His lectures were widely attended, and his books were read with great interest, both in the United States and abroad, particularly in Britain. He was seen as a unique American voice, articulating a distinct national philosophy. While his ideas sometimes met with criticism for being too abstract or individualistic, his influence on American literature, philosophy, and public discourse was profound and enduring. He was honored with several honorary degrees and became an increasingly respected elder statesman of American letters.

Influences and legacy

Emerson was deeply influenced by German idealism (Kant), English Romantic poets (Coleridge, Wordsworth), and ancient Greek philosophy (Plato). His own influence has been immense. He is considered the father of American philosophy and a key figure in shaping American cultural identity. His ideas on self-reliance, individualism, and the importance of nature have resonated through generations, influencing writers such as Walt Whitman, Robert Frost, and many others. His advocacy for individual intuition and spiritual connection with the universe continues to inform movements in self-help, environmentalism, and New Age spirituality. His impact on American literature and thought is immeasurable.

Interpretation and critical analysis

Emerson's work is often interpreted as a call to individual spiritual and intellectual awakening. Critics have examined his philosophical concepts, such as the Over-Soul and the nature of genius, as well as his political and social implications. Debates have arisen concerning the potential for his emphasis on individualism to overlook social inequalities or to be interpreted as apolitical. However, his consistent calls for moral action and his involvement in reform movements suggest a complex engagement with societal issues. His writings continue to be analyzed for their philosophical depth, rhetorical power, and enduring relevance.

Curiosities and lesser-known aspects

Emerson was a prodigious record-keeper, filling over 17,000 pages of journals throughout his life, which served as a laboratory for his published works. He was known for his somewhat reserved public demeanor, yet possessed a sharp wit and a deep capacity for friendship. He maintained a lifelong interest in science and was fascinated by advancements in fields like geology and biology. His public speaking style was often characterized by his deliberate pace and measured delivery, which commanded attention.

Death and memory

Ralph Waldo Emerson died in 1882 at the age of 79. He passed away peacefully at his home in Concord, Massachusetts. His death was mourned by a nation that recognized him as one of its most important thinkers and writers. His legacy is preserved through his extensive body of published works, the continued study of his philosophy, and the enduring influence of his ideas on American culture, literature, and the concept of individual freedom and spiritual exploration.