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The Snowstorm

The Snowstorm. Ralph Waldo Emerson. “I hate quotations. Tell me what you know.”. Ralph Waldo Emerson. 1803-1882 Grew up in Boston, Massachusetts with William Emerson and Ruth Haskins Father was a minister, died before Emerson was 8 Second of five sons. Ralph Waldo Emerson.

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The Snowstorm

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  1. The Snowstorm Ralph Waldo Emerson “I hate quotations. Tell me what you know.”

  2. Ralph Waldo Emerson • 1803-1882 • Grew up in Boston, Massachusetts with William Emerson and Ruth Haskins • Father was a minister, died before Emerson was 8 • Second of five sons

  3. Ralph Waldo Emerson • Preferred his middle name Waldo • Boston Latin School in 1812 • Harvard College in 1817

  4. Ralph Waldo Emerson • Writing Style • Spiritual and philosophical • Started the transcendentalism movement • Focused on individualism, life, nature • His writings relate to transcendentalism

  5. 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 friends shut out, the housemates sit Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed In a tumultuous privacy of storm.

  6. Come see the north wind's masonry. Out of an unseen quarry evermore Furnished with tile, the fierce artificer Curves his white bastions with projected roof Round every windward stake, or tree, or door. Speeding, the myriad-handed, his wild work So fanciful, so savage, nought cares he For number or proportion. Mockingly, On coop or kennel he hangs Parian wreaths; A swan-like form invests the hidden thorn; Fills up the farmer's lane from wall to wall, Maugre the farmer's sighs; and, at the gate, A tapering turret overtops the work. And when his hours are numbered, and the world Is all his own, retiring, as he were not, Leaves, when the sun appears, astonished Art To mimic in slow structures, stone by stone, Built in an age, the mad wind's night-work, The frolic architecture of the snow.

  7. Many idioms such as • “Announced by all the trumpets of the sky” • Makes it seem like the skies rolling out the red carpet for the snowstorm, as if like an important person • Gives the poem a majestic tone, as if announcing a king’s arrival.

  8. There is plenty of personification • “Furnished with tile, the fierce artificer • Curves his white bastions with projected roof • Round every windward stake, or tree, or door” • Describes the snowstorm as an artificer or crafter, making their snow like art • Throughout the entire poem, the snowstorm is described as a person.

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