Journals of Ralph Waldo Emerson: With Annotations, Volume 9Houghton Mifflin, 1913 - Authors, American Designed by Bruce Rogers. 1. 1820-1824 -- 2. 1824-1832 -- 3. 1833-1835 -- 4. 1836-1838 -- 5. 1838-1841 -- 6. 1841-1844 -- 7. 1845-1848 -- 8. 1849-1855 -- 9. 1856-1863 -- 10. 1864-1876. |
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Page 57 - 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.
Page 282 - Me you call great : mine is the firmer seat, The truer lance : but there is many a youth Now crescent, who will come to all I am And overcome it ; and in me there dwells No greatness, save it be some far-off touch Of greatness to know well I am not great : There is the man.
Page 241 - That teaches me that all things whatsoever I would that men should do to me I should do even so to them. It teaches me, further, to 'remember them that are in bonds as bound with them'.
Page 320 - That though I lived with him and knew him from a child, yet I never knew him other than a man; with such staidness of mind, lovely and familiar gravity as carried grace and reverence above greater years. His talk ever of knowledge, and his very play tending to enrich his mind.
Page 295 - The severe schools shall never laugh me out of the philosophy of Hermes, that this visible world is but a picture of the invisible, wherein as in a portrait, things are not truly, but in equivocal shapes, and as they counterfeit some real substance in that invisible fabric.
Page 241 - I believe that to have interfered as I have done, as I have always freely admitted I have done, in behalf of His despised poor, was not wrong, but right. Now, if it is deemed necessary that I should forfeit my life for the furtherance of the ends of justice and mingle my blood...
Page 7 - This climate and people are a new test for the wares of a man of letters. All his thin, watery matter freezes; 'tis only the smallest portion of alcohol that remains good. At the lyceum, the stout Illinoian, after a short trial, walks out of the hall. The Committee tell you that the people want a hearty laugh, and Stark, and Saxe, and Park Benjamin, who give them that, are heard with joy.
Page 8 - ... the people are always right (in a sense) , and that the man of letters is to say, These are the new conditions to which I must conform. The...
Page 533 - Just so, it is the way of the superior man to prefer the concealment of his virtue, while it daily becomes more illustrious, and it is the way of the mean man to seek notoriety, while he daily goes more and more to ruin. It is characteristic of the superior man, appearing insipid, yet never to produce satiety ; while showing a simple negligence, yet to have his accomplishments recognized ; while seemingly plain, yet to be discriminating.
Page 131 - Cities of mortals woe-begone Fantastic care derides, But in the serious landscape lone Stern benefit abides. Sheen will tarnish, honey cloy, And merry is only a mask of sad, But, sober on a fund of joy, The woods at heart are glad. There the great Planter plants Of fruitful worlds the grain, And with a million spells enchants The souls that walk in pain.