Henry David Thoreau
I Knew A Man By Sight by Henry David Thoreau

I Knew A Man By Sight by Henry David Thoreau

I knew a man by sight, A blameless wight, Who, for a year or more, Had daily passed my door, Yet converse none had had with him. I met him in a lane, Him and his cane, About three ...

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The Summer Rain by Henry David Thoreau

The Summer Rain by Henry David Thoreau

My books I'd fain cast off, I cannot read, 'Twixt every page my thoughts go stray at large Down in the meadow, where is richer feed, And will not mind to hit their proper targe. ...

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Winter Memories by Henry David Thoreau

Winter Memories by Henry David Thoreau

Within the circuit of this plodding life There enter moments of an azure hue, Untarnished fair as is the violet Or anemone, when the spring stew them By some meandering rivulet, ...

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Inspiration by Henry David Thoreau

Inspiration by Henry David Thoreau

Whate'er we leave to God, God does, And blesses us; The work we choose should be our own, God leaves alone. If with light head erect I sing, Though all the Muses lend their force, ...

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Conscience by Henry David Thoreau

Conscience by Henry David Thoreau

Conscience is instinct bred in the house, Feeling and Thinking propagate the sin By an unnatural breeding in and in. I say, Turn it out doors, Into the moors. I love a life whose ...

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Friendship by Henry David Thoreau

Friendship by Henry David Thoreau

I think awhile of Love, and while I think, Love is to me a world, Sole meat and sweetest drink, And close connecting link Tween heaven and earth. I only know it is, not how or ...

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Mist by Henry David Thoreau

Mist by Henry David Thoreau

Low-anchored cloud, Newfoundland air, Fountain head and source of rivers, Dew-cloth, dream drapery, And napkin spread by fays; Drifting meadow of the air, Where bloom the dasied ...

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Sic Vita by Henry David Thoreau

Sic Vita by Henry David Thoreau

I am a parcel of vain strivings tied By a chance bond together, Dangling this way and that, their links Were made so loose and wide, Methinks, For milder weather. A bunch of ...

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Low-Anchored Cloud by Henry David Thoreau

Low-Anchored Cloud by Henry David Thoreau

Low-anchored cloud, Newfoundland air, Fountain-head and source of rivers, Dew-cloth, dream-drapery, And napkin spread by fays; Drifting meadow of the air, Where bloom the daisied ...

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All Things Are Current Found by Henry David Thoreau

All Things Are Current Found by Henry David Thoreau

ALL things are current foundOn earthly ground,Spirits and elementsHave their descents.Night and day, year on year,High and low, far and near,These are our own aspects,These are ...

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I Am A Parcel Of Vain Strivings Tied by Henry David Thoreau

I Am A Parcel Of Vain Strivings Tied by Henry David Thoreau

I am a parcel of vain strivings tiedBy a chance bond together,Dangling this way and that, their linksWere made so loose and wide,Methinks,For milder weather.A bunch of violets ...

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Let Such Pure Hate Still Underprop by Henry David Thoreau

Let Such Pure Hate Still Underprop by Henry David Thoreau

Let such pure hate still underprop Our love, that we may be Each other's conscience, And have our sympathy Mainly from thence. We'll one another treat like gods, And all the faith ...

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Like A Soul by Henry David Thoreau

Like A Soul by Henry David Thoreau

SendingIn delinquencyTo disappointThe amber of waterAt a high soul

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Men Say They Know Many Things by Henry David Thoreau

Men Say They Know Many Things by Henry David Thoreau

Men say they know many things;But lo! they have taken wings, —The arts and sciences,And a thousand appliances;The wind that blowsIs all that any body knows.

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On Fields O’Er Which The Reaper’s Hand Has Pass’D by Henry David Thoreau

On Fields O’Er Which The Reaper’s Hand Has Pass’D by Henry David Thoreau

On fields o'er which the reaper's hand has pass'd Lit by the harvest moon and autumn sun, My thoughts like stubble floating in the wind And of such fineness as October airs, There ...

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Nature by Henry David Thoreau

Nature by Henry David Thoreau

O Nature! I do not aspireTo be the highest in thy choir, -To be a meteor in thy sky,Or comet that may range on high;Only a zephyr that may blowAmong the reeds by the river ...

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Prayer by Henry David Thoreau

Prayer by Henry David Thoreau

Great God, I ask for no meaner pelf Than that I may not disappoint myself, That in my action I may soar as high As I can now discern with this clear eye. And next in value, which ...

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Epitaph On The World by Henry David Thoreau

Epitaph On The World by Henry David Thoreau

Here lies the body of this world, Whose soul alas to hell is hurled. This golden youth long since was past, Its silver manhood went as fast, An iron age drew on at last; 'Tis vain ...

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My Life Has Been The Poem by Henry David Thoreau

My Life Has Been The Poem by Henry David Thoreau

My life has been the poemI would have writ, But I could not both liveand utter it.

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I Was Made Erect And Lone by Henry David Thoreau

I Was Made Erect And Lone by Henry David Thoreau

I was made erect and lone,And within me is the bone;Still my vision will be clear,Still my life will not be drear,To the center all is near.Where I sit there is my throne.If age ...

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Rumors From An Aeolian Harp by Henry David Thoreau

Rumors From An Aeolian Harp by Henry David Thoreau

There is a vale which none hath seen, Where foot of man has never been, Such as here lives with toil and strife, An anxious and a sinful life. There every virtue has its birth, ...

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The Inward Morning by Henry David Thoreau

The Inward Morning by Henry David Thoreau

Packed in my mind lie all the clothes Which outward nature wears, And in its fashion's hourly change It all things else repairs. In vain I look for change abroad, And can no ...

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I Am The Autumnal Sun by Henry David Thoreau

I Am The Autumnal Sun by Henry David Thoreau

Sometimes a mortal feels in himself Nature -- not his Father but his Mother stirs within him, and he becomes immortal with herimmortality. From time to time she claims kindredship ...

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Salmon Brook by Henry David Thoreau

Salmon Brook by Henry David Thoreau

SALMON Brook,Penichook,Ye sweet waters of my brain,When shall I look,Or cast the hook,In your waves again?Silver eels,Wooden creels,These the baits that still allure,And ...

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Smoke by Henry David Thoreau

Smoke by Henry David Thoreau

Light-winged Smoke, Icarian bird, Melting thy pinions in thy upward flight, Lark without song, and messenger of dawn Circling above the hamlets as they nest; Or else, departing ...

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Song Of Nature by Henry David Thoreau

Song Of Nature by Henry David Thoreau

Mine are the night and morning,The pits of air, the gull of space,The sportive sun, the gibbous moon,The innumerable days.I hide in the solar glory,I am dumb in the pealing song,I ...

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Pray To What Earth Does This Sweet Cold Belong by Henry David Thoreau

Pray To What Earth Does This Sweet Cold Belong by Henry David Thoreau

Pray to what earth does this sweet cold belong, Which asks no duties and no conscience? The moon goes up by leaps, her cheerful path In some far summer stratum of the sky, While ...

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Tall Ambrosia by Henry David Thoreau

Tall Ambrosia by Henry David Thoreau

Among the signs of autumn I perceiveThe Roman wormwood (called by learned menAmbrosia elatior, food for gods,—For to impartial science the humblest weedIs as immortal once as the ...

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Away! Away! Away! Away! by Henry David Thoreau

Away! Away! Away! Away! by Henry David Thoreau

Away! away! away! away! Ye have not kept your secret well, I will abide that other day, Those other lands ye tell.Has time no leisure left for these, The acts that ye rehearse? Is ...

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To A Marsh Hawk In Spring by Henry David Thoreau

To A Marsh Hawk In Spring by Henry David Thoreau

There is health in thy gray wing,Health of nature’s furnishing.Say, thou modern-winged antique,Was thy mistress ever sick?In each heaving of thy wingThou dost health and leisure ...

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The Fisher’s Boy by Henry David Thoreau

The Fisher’s Boy by Henry David Thoreau

MY life is like a stroll upon the beach,As near the ocean’s edge as I can go;My tardy steps its waves sometimes o’erreach,Sometimes I stay to let them overflow.My sole employment ...

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Though All The Fates by Henry David Thoreau

Though All The Fates by Henry David Thoreau

THOUGH all the fates should prove unkind,Leave not your native land behind.The ship, becalmed, at length stands still;The steed must rest beneath the hill;But swiftly still our ...

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The Poet’s Delay by Henry David Thoreau

The Poet’s Delay by Henry David Thoreau

IN vain I see the morning rise,In vain observe the western blaze,Who idly look to other skies,Expecting life by other ways.Amidst such boundless wealth without,I only still am ...

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Sympathy by Henry David Thoreau

Sympathy by Henry David Thoreau

Lately alas I knew a gentle boy, Whose features all were cast in Virtue's mould, As one she had designed for Beauty's toy, But after manned him for her own strong-hold.On every ...

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Light-Winged Smoke by Henry David Thoreau

Light-Winged Smoke by Henry David Thoreau

LIGHT-WINGED Smoke, Icarian bird,Melting thy pinions in thy upward flight,Lark without song, and the messenger of dawn,Circling above the hamlets as thy nest;Or else, departing ...

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What’s The Railroad To Me? by Henry David Thoreau

What’s The Railroad To Me? by Henry David Thoreau

What's the railroad to me?I never go to seeWhere it ends.It fills a few hollows,And makes banks for the swallows,It sets the sand a-blowing,And the blackberries a-growing.

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Within The Circuit Of This Plodding Life by Henry David Thoreau

Within The Circuit Of This Plodding Life by Henry David Thoreau

Within the circuit of this plodding lifeThere enter moments of an azure hue,Untarnished fair as is the violetOr anemone, when the spring strews themBy some meandering rivulet, ...

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Great God, I Ask For No Meaner Pelf by Henry David Thoreau

Great God, I Ask For No Meaner Pelf by Henry David Thoreau

Great God, I ask for no meaner pelfThan that I may not disappoint myself,That in my action I may soar as highAs I can now discern with this clear eye.And next in value, which thy ...

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They Who Prepare My Evening Meal Below by Henry David Thoreau

They Who Prepare My Evening Meal Below by Henry David Thoreau

They who prepare my evening meal below Carelessly hit the kettle as they go With tongs or shovel, And ringing round and round, Out of this hovel It makes an eastern temple by the ...

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