Maxioms by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Burly, dozing humblebee,
Where thou art is clime for me.
Let them sail for Porto Rique,
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Burly, dozing humblebee,
Where thou art is clime for me.
Let them sail for Porto Rique,
Far-off heats through seas to seek.
I will follow thee alone,
Thou animated torrid-zone!
If the single man plant himself indomitably on his instincts, and
there abide, the huge world will come round read more
If the single man plant himself indomitably on his instincts, and
there abide, the huge world will come round to him.
Language is fossil poetry.
Language is fossil poetry.
We live by our imagination, our admirations, and our sentiments.
We live by our imagination, our admirations, and our sentiments.
Plants are the young of the world, vessels of health and vigor; but they grope ever upward towards consciousness; the read more
Plants are the young of the world, vessels of health and vigor; but they grope ever upward towards consciousness; the trees are imperfect men, and seem to bemoan their imprisonment, rooted in the ground.
