Henry David Thoreau

(12 July 1817 – 6 May 1862 / Concord, Massachusetts)

Henry David Thoreau Poems

1. Friendship 1/3/2003
2. Indeed, Indeed I Cannot Tell 1/3/2003
3. The Moon 1/3/2003
4. Conscience 1/3/2003
5. Inspiration 1/3/2003
6. The Summer Rain 1/3/2003
7. Mist 1/3/2003
8. Winter Memories 1/3/2003
9. I Knew A Man By Sight 1/3/2003
10. Epitaph On The World 1/3/2003
11. I am the Autumnal Sun 1/3/2003
12. Smoke 1/3/2003
13. Nature 4/12/2010
14. Pray to What Earth Does This Sweet Cold Belong 1/3/2003
15. Prayer 1/3/2003
16. My Life Has Been The Poem 4/12/2010
17. I am a Parcel of Vain Strivings Tied 1/3/2003
18. On Fields O'er Which the Reaper's Hand Has Pass'd 1/3/2003
19. Low-Anchored Cloud 1/3/2003
20. Rumors from an Aeolian Harp 1/3/2003

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.

Plutarch was good, and so was Homer too,
Our Shakespeare's life were rich to live again,
What Plutarch read, that was not good nor true,
Nor Shakespeare's books, unless his books were men.

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