|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
|Ralph Waldo Emerson. (18031882) (continued)|
| Good bye, proud world! Im going home;|
Thou art not my friend; I am not thine. 1
| Good Bye.|
| For what are they all in their high conceit,|
When man in the bush with God may meet?
| Good Bye.|
| If eyes were made for seeing,|
Then Beauty is its own excuse for being. 2
| The Rhodora.|
| Things are in the saddle,|
And ride mankind. 3
| Ode, inscribed to W. H. Channing.|
| Olympian bards who sung|
Divine ideas below,
Which always find us young
And always keep us so.
| Ode to Beauty.|
| Heartily know,|
When half-gods go,
The gods arrive.
| Give all to Love.|
| Love not the flower they pluck and know it not,|
And all their botany is Latin names.
| The silent organ loudest chants|
The masters requiem.
| By the rude bridge that arched the flood,|
Their flag to Aprils breeze unfurled,
Here once the embattled farmers stood,
And fired the shot heard round the world. 4
| Hymn sung at the Completion of the Battle Monument.|
See Byron, page 544. [back]
See Mrs. Browning: Aurora Leigh, Book I:
The beautiful seems right,
By force of beauty. [back]
I never could believe that Providence had sent a few men into the world ready booted and spurred to ride, and millions ready saddled and bridled to be ridden.Rumbold (when on the scaffold). [back]
No war or battle sound
Was heard the world around.
Milton: Hymn of Christs Nativity, line 31. [back]