Maxioms by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,
Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields,
Seems read more
Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,
Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields,
Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air
Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven,
And veils the farmhouse at the garden's end.
The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet
Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit
Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed
In a tumultuous privacy of storm.
'Tis good-will makes intelligence.
'Tis good-will makes intelligence.
Light is the first of painters. There is no object so foul that
intense light will not make it read more
Light is the first of painters. There is no object so foul that
intense light will not make it beautiful.
The man in the street does not know a star in the sky.
The man in the street does not know a star in the sky.
When we quarrel, how we wish we had been blameless!
When we quarrel, how we wish we had been blameless!
