Ralph Waldo Emerson

Account Of A Visit From St. Nicholas – Ralph Waldo Emerson

Account Of A Visit From St. Nicholas – Ralph Waldo Emerson

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro’ the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there; The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugar plums danc... »

Brahma

Brahma

Brahma If the red slayer thinks he slays, Or if the slain thinks he is slain, They know not well the subtle ways I keep, and pass, and turn again. Far or forgot to me is near; Shadow and sunlight are the same; The vanquished gods to me appear; And one to me are shame and fame. They reckon ill who le... »