Maxioms by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Trust the instinct to the end, though you can render no reason
Trust the instinct to the end, though you can render no reason
The sea returning day by day
Restores the world-wide mart.
So let each dweller on the Bay
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The sea returning day by day
Restores the world-wide mart.
So let each dweller on the Bay
Fold Boston in his heart
Till these echoes be choked with snows
Or over the town blue ocean flows.
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!
Some books leave us free and some books make us free.
Some books leave us free and some books make us free.
The mind does not create what it perceives, any more than the eye creates the rose.
The mind does not create what it perceives, any more than the eye creates the rose.
