Henry David Thoreau
Henry David Thoreau was an American author, poet, philosopher, abolitionist, naturalist, tax resister, development critic, surveyor, historian, and leading transcendentalist. He is best known for his book Walden, a reflection upon simple living in natural surroundings, and his essay Civil Disobedience, an argument for individual resistance to civil government in moral opposition to an unjust state.
Thoreau's books, articles, essays, journals, and poetry total over 20 volumes. Among his lasting contributions were his writings on natural history and philosophy, where he anticipated the methods and findings of ecology and environmental history, two sources of modern day ... more »
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Henry David Thoreau Poems
I think awhile of Love, and while I think, Love is to me a world, Sole meat and sweetest drink, And close connecting link
Indeed, Indeed I Cannot Tell
Indeed indeed, I cannot tell, Though I ponder on it well, Which were easier to state, All my love or all my hate.
Time wears her not; she doth his chariot guide; Mortality below her orb is placed. --Raleigh
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,
Whate'er we leave to God, God does, And blesses us; The work we choose should be our own, God leaves alone.
The Summer Rain
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.
Low-anchored cloud, Newfoundland air, Fountain head and source of rivers, Dew-cloth, dream drapery,
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
I Knew A Man By Sight
I knew a man by sight, A blameless wight, Who, for a year or more, Had daily passed my door,
Epitaph On The World
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,
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;
I am the Autumnal Sun
Sometimes a mortal feels in himself Nature -- not his Father but his Mother stirs within him, and he becomes immortal with her immortality. From time to time she claims
O Nature! I do not aspire To be the highest in thy choir, - To be a meteor in thy sky,
Pray to What Earth Does This Sweet Cold ...
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,
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''The steadfast shores never once turned aside for us, but still trended as they were made; why then should we always turn aside for them?''Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862), U.S. philosopher, author, naturalist. A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers (1849), in The Writings of Henry Dav...
''There are secret articles in our treaties with the gods, of more importance than all the rest, which the historian can never know.''Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862), U.S. philosopher, author, naturalist. A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers (1849), in The Writings of Henry Dav...
''No tree is so wedded to the water, and harmonizes so well with still streams.''Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862), U.S. philosopher, author, naturalist. A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers (1849), in The Writings of Henry Dav...
''The inhabitants of Canada appeared to be suffering between two fires,the soldiery and the priesthood.''Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862), U.S. philosopher, author, naturalist. "A Yankee in Canada" (1853), in The Writings of Henry David Thoreau, vol. 5, p....
At a tavern hereabouts the hostler greeted our horse as an old acquaintance, though he did not remember the driver.... Every man to his trade. I am not acquainted with a single horse in the world, not...Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862), U.S. philosopher, author, naturalist. "Chesuncook" (1858) in The Maine Woods (1864), in The Writings of Henry David T...
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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 why,
My greatest happiness;
However hard I try,
Not if I were to die,
Can I explain.
I fain would ask my friend how it can be,
But when the time arrives,
Then Love is more lovely
Than anything to me,
And so I'm dumb.
For if the truth were known, Love cannot speak,
But only thinks and does;
Though surely out 'twill leak
Without the help of...