If the red slayer think he slays, …
Ralph Waldo Emerson
By the rude bridge that arched the flood, …
Daughters of Time, the hypocritic Days, …
Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown, …
The lords of life, the lords of life,— …
The mountain and the squirrel …
That you are fair or wise is vain, …
Give all to love; …
Good-bye, proud world! I'm going home: …
Bulkeley, Hunt, Willard, Hosmer, Meriam, Flint, …
Who knows this or that? …
Who gave thee, O Beauty, …
Though loath to grieve …
Parks and ponds are good by day; …
It is time to be old, …
The debt is paid, …
Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, …
The water understands …