To-Day (by: Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803 - 1882)) Let kings and conquerors, saints and soldiers sleep Late in the world,--too late perchance for fame, Just late enough to reap abundant blame, continue reading
Two Rivers (by: Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803 - 1882)) Thy summer voice, Musketaquit, Repeats the music of the rain; But sweeter rivers pulsing flit Through thee, as thou through the Concord Plain. continue reading
Uriel (by: Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803 - 1882)) It fell in the ancient periods Which the brooding soul surveys, Or ever the wild Time coin'd itself Into calendar months and days. continue reading
