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Forebearance

Forebearance
Hast thou named all the birds without a gun;
Loved the wood-rose, and left it on its stalk;
At rich men's tables eaten bread and pulse;
Unarmed, faced danger with a heart of trust;
And loved so well a high behavior
In man or maid, that thou from speech refrained,
Nobility more nobly to repay?—
O be my friend, and teach me to be thine!
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Fable

Fable
The mountain and the squirrel
Had a quarrel;
And the former called the latter "Little Prig."
Bun replied,
"You are doubtless very big;
But all sorts of things and weather
Must be taken in together
To make up a year
And a sphere.
And I think it's no disgrace
To occupy my place.
If I'm not so large as you,
You are not so small as I,
And not half so spry.
I'll not deny you make
A very pretty squirrel track;
Talents differ: all is well and wisely put;
If I cannot carry forests on my back,
Neither can you crack a nut."
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Dirge

Dirge
Knows he who tills this lonely field
To reap its scanty corn,
What mystic fruit his acres yield
At midnight and at morn?
In the long sunny afternoon,
The plain was full of ghosts,
I wandered up, I wandered down,
Beset by pensive hosts.
The winding Concord gleamed below,
Pouring as wide a flood
As when my brothers long ago,
Came with me to the wood.
But they are gone,— the holy ones,
Who trod with me this lonely vale,
The strong, star-bright companions
Are silent, low, and pale.
My good, my noble, in their prime,
Who made this world the feast it was,
Who learned with me the lore of time,
Who loved this dwelling-place.
They took this valley for their toy,
They played with it in every mood,
A cell for prayer, a hall for joy,
They treated nature as they would.
They colored the horizon round,
Stars flamed and faded as they bade,
All echoes hearkened for their sound,
They made the woodlands glad or mad.
I touch this flower of silken leaf
Which once our childhood knew
Its soft leaves wound me with a grief
Whose balsam never grew.
Hearken to yon pine warbler
Singing aloft in the tree;
Hearest thou, O traveller!
What he singeth to me?
Not unless God made sharp thine ear
With sorrow such as mine,
Out of that delicate lay couldst thou
The heavy dirge divine.
Go, lonely man, it saith,
They loved thee from their birth,
Their hands were pure, and pure their faith,


There are no such hearts on earth.
Ye drew one mother's milk,
One chamber held ye all;
A very tender history
Did in your childhood fall.
Ye cannot unlock your heart,
The key is gone with them;
The silent organ loudest chants
The master's requiem.
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Eros

Eros
The sense of the world is short, -
Long and various the report, -
To love and be beloved;
Men and gods have not outlearned it;
And, how oft soe'er they've turned it,
'Tis not to be improved.
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Dæmonic Love

Dæmonic Love
Man was made of social earth,
Child and brother from his birth;
Tethered by a liquid cord
Of blood through veins of kindred poured,
Next his heart the fireside band
Of mother, father, sister, stand;
Names from awful childhood heard,
Throbs of a wild religion stirred,
Their good was heaven, their harm was vice,
Till Beauty came to snap all ties,
The maid, abolishing the past,
With lotus-wine obliterates
Dear memory's stone-incarved traits,
And by herself supplants alone
Friends year by year more inly known.
When her calm eyes opened bright,
All were foreign in their light.
It was ever the self-same tale,
The old experience will not fail,—
Only two in the garden walked,
And with snake and seraph talked.
But God said;
I will have a purer gift,
There is smoke in the flame;
New flowerets bring, new prayers uplift,
And love without a name.
Fond children, ye desire
To please each other well;
Another round, a higher,
Ye shall climb on the heavenly stair,
And selfish preference forbear;
And in right deserving,
And without a swerving
Each from your proper state,
Weave roses for your mate.
Deep, deep are loving eyes,
Flowed with naphtha fiery sweet,
And the point is Paradise
Where their glances meet:
Their reach shall yet be more profound,
And a vision without bound:
The axis of those eyes sun-clear
Be the axis of the sphere;
Then shall the lights ye pour amain
Go without check or intervals,
Through from the empyrean walls,
Unto the same again.
Close, close to men,
Like undulating layer of air,


Right above their heads,
The potent plain of Dæmons spreads.
Stands to each human soul its own,
For watch, and ward, and furtherance
In the snares of nature's dance;
And the lustre and the grace
Which fascinate each human heart,
Beaming from another part,
Translucent through the mortal covers,
Is the Dæmon's form and face.
To and fro the Genius hies,
A gleam which plays and hovers
Over the maiden's head,
And dips sometimes as low as to her eyes.
Unknown, — albeit lying near, —
To men the path to the Dæmon sphere,
And they that swiftly come and go,
Leave no track on the heavenly snow.
Sometimes the airy synod bends,
And the mighty choir descends,
And the brains of men thenceforth,
In crowded and in still resorts,
Teem with unwonted thoughts.
As when a shower of meteors
Cross the orbit of the earth,
And, lit by fringent air,
Blaze near and far.
Mortals deem the planets bright
Have slipped their sacred bars,
And the lone seaman all the night
Sails astonished amid stars.
Beauty of a richer vein,
Graces of a subtler strain,
Unto men these moon-men lend,
And our shrinking sky extend.
So is man's narrow path
By strength and terror skirted,
Also (from the song the wrath
Of the Genii be averted!
The Muse the truth uncolored speaking),
The Dæmons are self-seeking;
Their fierce and limitary will
Draws men to their likeness still.
The erring painter made Love blind,
Highest Love who shines on all;
Him radiant, sharpest-sighted god
None can bewilder;
Whose eyes pierce
The Universe,


Path-finder, road-builder,
Mediator, royal giver,
Rightly-seeing, rightly-seen,
Of joyful and transparent mien.
'Tis a sparkle passing
From each to each, from me to thee,
Perpetually,
Sharing all, daring all,
Levelling, misplacing
Each obstruction, it unites
Equals remote, and seeming opposites.
And ever and forever Love
Delights to build a road;
Unheeded Danger near him strides,
Love laughs, and on a lion rides.
But Cupid wears another face
Born into Dæmons less divine,
His roses bleach apace,
His nectar smacks of wine.
The Dæmon ever builds a wall,
Himself incloses and includes,
Solitude in solitudes:
In like sort his love doth fall.
He is an oligarch,
He prizes wonder, fame, and mark,
He loveth crowns,
He scorneth drones;
He doth elect
The beautiful and fortunate,
And the sons of intellect,
And the souls of ample fate,
Who the Future's gates unbar,
Minions of the Morning Star.
In his prowess he exults,
And the multitude insults.
His impatient looks devour
Oft the humble and the poor,
And, seeing his eye glare,
They drop their few pale flowers
Gathered with hope to please
Along the mountain towers,
Lose courage, and despair.
He will never be gainsaid,
Pitiless, will not be stayed.
His hot tyranny
Burns up every other tie;
Therefore comes an hour from Jove
Which his ruthless will defies,
And the dogs of Fate unties.
Shiver the palaces of glass,
Shrivel the rainbow-colored walls
Where in bright art each god and sibyl dwelt


Secure as in the Zodiack's belt;
And the galleries and halls
Wherein every Siren sung,
Like a meteor pass.
For this fortune wanted root
In the core of God's abysm,
Was a weed of self and schism:
And ever the Dæmonic Love
Is the ancestor of wars,
And the parent of remorse.
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Compensation

Compensation
Why should I keep holiday,
When other men have none?
Why but because when these are gay,
I sit and mourn alone.
And why when mirth unseals all tongues
Should mine alone be dumb?
Ah! late I spoke to silent throngs,
And now their hour is come.
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Brahma

Brahma
If the red slayer think he slays,
Or if the slain think he is slain,
They know not well the subtle ways
I keep, and pass, and turn again.
Far or forgot to me is near;
Shadow and sunlight are the same;
The vanished gods to me appear;
And one to me are shame and fame.
They reckon ill who leave me out;
When me they fly, I am the wings;
I am the doubter and the doubt,
And I the hymn the Brahmin sings.
The strong gods pine for my abode,
And pine in vain the sacred Seven;
But thou, meek lover of the good!
Find me, and turn thy back on heaven.
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Berrying

Berrying
"May be true what I had heard,
Earth's a howling wilderness
Truculent with fraud and force,"
Said I, strolling through the pastures,
And along the riverside.
Caught among the blackberry vines,
Feeding on the Ethiops sweet,
Pleasant fancies overtook me:
I said, "What influence me preferred
Elect to dreams thus beautiful?"
The vines replied, "And didst thou deem
No wisdom to our berries went?"
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You have tried famine: no more try it;

You have tried famine: no more try it;
Ply us now with a full diet;
Teach your pupils now with plenty,
For one sun supply us twenty:
I have thought it thoroughly over,
State of hermit, state of lover;
We must have society,
We cannot spare variety.
Hear you, then, celestial fellows!
Fits not to be over zealous;
Steads not to work on the clean jump,
Nor wine nor brains perpetual pump;
Men and gods are too extense,—
Could you slacken and condense?
Your rank overgrowths reduce,
Till your kinds abound with juice;
Earth crowded cries, "Too many men,"—
My counsel is, Kill nine in ten,
And bestow the shares of all
On the remnant decimal.
Add their nine lives to this cat;
Stuff their nine brains in his hat;
Make his frame and forces square
With the labors he must dare;
Thatch his flesh, and even his years
With the marble which he rears;
There growing slowly old at ease,
No faster than his planted trees,
He may, by warrant of his age,
In schemes of broader scope engage:
So shall ye have a man of the sphere,
Fit to grace the solar year.
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Astræ

Astræ
Himself it was who wrote
His rank, and quartered his own coat.
There is no king nor sovereign state
That can fix a hero's rate;
Each to all is venerable,
Cap-a-pie invulnerable,
Until he write, where all eyes rest,
Slave or master on his breast.
I saw men go up and down
In the country and the town,
With this prayer upon their neck,
"Judgment and a judge we seek."
Not to monarchs they repair,
Nor to learned jurist's chair,
But they hurry to their peers,
To their kinsfolk and their dears,
Louder than with speech they pray,
What am I? companion; say.
And the friend not hesitates
To assign just place and mates,
Answers not in word or letter,
Yet is understood the better;—
Is to his friend a looking-glass,
Reflects his figure that doth pass.
Every wayfarer he meets
What himself declared, repeats;
What himself confessed, records;
Sentences him in his words,
The form is his own corporal form,
And his thought the penal worm.
Yet shine for ever virgin minds,
Loved by stars and purest winds,
Which, o'er passion throned sedate,
Have not hazarded their state,
Disconcert the searching spy,
Rendering to a curious eye
The durance of a granite ledge
To those who gaze from the sea's edge.
It is there for benefit,
It is there for purging light,
There for purifying storms,
And its depths reflect all forms;
It cannot parley with the mean,
Pure by impure is not seen.
For there's no sequestered grot,
Lone mountain tam, or isle forgot,
But justice journeying in the sphere
Daily stoops to harbor there.
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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.