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Ralph Waldo Emerson. (1803–1882) (continued)

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What potent blood hath modest May!

May-Day.

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And striving to be man, the worm
Mounts through all the spires of form.

May-Day.

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And every man, in love or pride,
Of his fate is ever wide.

Nemesis.

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None shall rule but the humble,
And none but Toil shall have.

Boston Hymn. 1863.

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Oh, tenderly the haughty day
Fills his blue urn with fire.

Ode, Concord, July 4, 1857.

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Go put your creed into your deed,
Nor speak with double tongue.

Ode, Concord, July 4, 1857.

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    So nigh is grandeur to our dust,
  So near is God to man,
When Duty whispers low, Thou must,
  The youth replies, I can!

Voluntaries.

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Whoever fights, whoever falls,
Justice conquers evermore.

Voluntaries.

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Nor sequent centuries could hit
Orbit and sum of Shakespeare’s wit.

Solution.

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Born for success he seemed,
With grace to win, with heart to hold,
With shining gifts that took all eyes.

In Memoriam.

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Nor mourn the unalterable Days
That Genius goes and Folly stays.

In Memoriam.

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Fear not, then, thou child infirm;
There’s no god dare wrong a worm.

Compensation.

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He thought it happier to be dead,
To die for Beauty, than live for bread.

Beauty.

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Wilt thou seal up the avenues of ill?
Pay every debt, as if God wrote the bill!

Suum Cuique.