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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE BOHEMIAN HYMN, by RALPH WALDO EMERSON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: In many forms we try / to utter god's infinity Last Line: Nor hymn, nor prayer, nor church. Subject(s): God | |||
In many forms we try To utter God's infinity, But the boundless hath no form, And the Universal Friend Doth as far transcend An angel as a worm. The great Idea baffles wit, Language falters under it, It leaves the learned in the lurch; No art, nor power, nor toil can find The measure of the eternal Mind, Nor hymn, nor prayer, nor church. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MOUNTAIN IS STRIPPED by DAVID IGNATOW AS CLOSE AS BREATHING by MARK JARMAN UNHOLY SONNET 1 by MARK JARMAN UNHOLY SONNET 13 by MARK JARMAN BIRTH-DUES by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE SILENT SHEPHERDS by ROBINSON JEFFERS GOING TO THE HORSE FLATS by ROBINSON JEFFERS |
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