{"id":70,"date":"2010-01-18T07:12:42","date_gmt":"2010-01-18T07:12:42","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/?p=70"},"modified":"2010-01-27T01:45:34","modified_gmt":"2010-01-27T01:45:34","slug":"good-bye-ralph-waldo-emerson","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/good-bye-ralph-waldo-emerson\/","title":{"rendered":"GOOD-BYE–Ralph Waldo Emerson"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Good-bye, proud world! I’m going home:
\nThou art not my friend, and I’m not thine.
\nLong through thy weary crowds I roam;
\nA river-ark on the ocean brine,
\nLong I’ve been tossed like the driven foam:
\nBut now, proud world! I’m going home.<\/p>\n

Good-bye to Flattery’s fawning face;
\nTo Grandeur with his wise grimace;
\nTo upstart Wealth’s averted eye;
\nTo supple Office, low and high;
\nTo crowded halls, to court and street;
\nTo frozen hearts and hasting feet;
\nTo those who go, and those who come;
\nGood-bye, proud world! I’m going home.<\/p>\n

I am going to my own hearth-stone,
\nBosomed in yon green hills alone,–
\nsecret nook in a pleasant land,
\nWhose groves the frolic fairies planned;
\nWhere arches green, the livelong day,
\nEcho the blackbird’s roundelay,
\nAnd vulgar feet have never trod
\nA spot that is sacred to thought and God.<\/p>\n

O, when I am safe in my sylvan home,
\nI tread on the pride of Greece and Rome;
\nAnd when I am stretched beneath the pines,
\nWhere the evening star so holy shines,
\nI laugh at the lore and the pride of man,
\nAt the sophist schools and the learned clan;
\nFor what are they all, in their high conceit,
\nWhen man in the bush with God may meet?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Ralph Waldo Emerson was born in 1803 and died in 1882. He was a American poet who lead the Transcendentalist movement. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[4,30],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-70","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-1800s","category-ralph-waldo"],"aioseo_notices":[],"amp_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/70","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=70"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/70\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=70"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=70"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=70"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}