Birth date: 
1803
Death date: 
1882
Birth town: 
Boston
Country: 
USA

Emerson's father was a Unitarian minister who died leaving his son to be brought up by his mother and aunt. Educated at Harvard, Emerson began writing journals filled with observations and ideas which would form the basis of his later essays and poems.

After a period of teaching, Emerson returned to Harvard to join the Divinity School where he was less than a perfect student owing to his poor health and a lack of conviction in religious dogma. He was ordained and was both effective and popular as a preacher, but felt compelled to resign because he did not feel he could conscientiously serve communion. In 1832 Emerson visited Europe, where he met Wordsworth, Coleridge and Carlyle through whom he became interested in transcendental thought. His meeting with Coleridge was to prove particularly influential as Emerson developed his themes of two levels of reality, the physical and the supernatural or Oversoul as he later called it.

On his return to Boston Emerson concentrated on lecturing rather than preaching, and lectures such as The Philosophy of History would form the foundation of future writings. He settled in Concord in 1835 where he became friends with other figures in the transcendental movement such as Thoreau and Hawthorne and began writing for and editing The Dial. After his second Essays, Emerson's writing began to show less confidence in the individual. He returned to Europe in 1847 and renewed his friendship with Carlyle, with whom he had kept in touch by letter, and met other European thinkers and writers.

During his last years he became increasingly involved in the anti-slavery campaign, but fell a victim to dementia, writing Terminus in the realisation that his intellect was failing.

Poems by this Poet

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I love thy music, mellow bell 29 November 2013
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I must not borrow light 5 September 2014
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I never knew but one 5 September 2014
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I never went out of my country 5 September 2014
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I rake no coffined clay, nor publish wide 19 May 2014
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I said to heaven that glowed above 29 November 2013
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I said to the East wind 5 September 2014
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I shall go from my sickbed to heaven 5 September 2014
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I spread my gorgeous sail 5 September 2014
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I to my garden went 29 November 2013
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