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2 days ago · 11 January 1829. Laicized. 1832. Signature. Ralph Waldo Emerson (May 25, 1803 – April 27, 1882), [2] who went by his middle name Waldo, [3] was an American essayist, lecturer, philosopher, abolitionist, and poet who led the Transcendentalist movement of the mid-19th century.
4 days ago · Speaker 2: Emerson would go on to influence others in his orbit, including a neighbor named Henry David Thureau, who tried his best to put some of Emerson's ideas into practice. The result was a two year stint living alone in a cabin on Walden Pond, where he spent his time writing and reflecting on nature and his surroundings.
3 days ago · “Arguably the greatest strength of the original collection lies in books, pamphlets, and manuscripts related to the transcendentalist movement,” write the collection curators. “Ralph Waldo Emerson, Margaret Fuller, Bronson Alcott, Willian Ellery Channing, George Ripley, and Elizabeth Peabody are well represented.
5 days ago · There broad-armed oaks, the copses' maze, The cold sea -wind detain; Here sultry Summer overstays. When Autumn chills the plain. Self-sown my stately garden grows; The winds and wind-blown seed, Cold April rain and colder snows. My hedges plant and feed. From mountains far and valleys near.
6 days ago · All Members Who Liked This Quote. Ralph Waldo Emerson — ‘People do not seem to realise that their opinion of the world is also a confession of their character.’.
5 days ago · On the woodlands owned by his friend, Ralph Waldo Emerson, philosopher and writer Henry David Thoreau built his well-known cabin. He sought solitude and simplicity in the cabin on the shore of Walden Pond between 1845 and 1847. "I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately," Emerson wrote in "Walden."
5 days ago · American Poetry, Daily Poems, Ralph Waldo Emerson. 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 farm-house at the garden’s end. The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet Delayed, all ...
