“Music is the poor man's Parnassus.”

— Ralph Waldo Emerson

Poetry and Imagination
1870s, Society and Solitude (1870), Books, Letters and Social Aims http://www.rwe.org/comm/index.php?option=com_content&task=category&sectionid=5&id=74&Itemid=149 (1876)

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American philosopher, essayist, and poet 1803–1882

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