Passages from the American note-booksHoughton, Mifflin, 1883 |
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afternoon appear aspect August autumn beautiful boat Boston bright brook Brook Farm character cheerful clouds Concord Concord River Daniel Bliss dark dinner dress earth Emerson face feel fish flowers foliage forenoon girls gleam Gosport grass gray green grow hills island Isles of Shoals kind Kittery labor lady Laighton lake leaves look low out-houses Margaret Fuller meadow mist moral morning muskmelons nature never Old Manse paint Park Street Church passed perhaps personage picture pleasant portrait Portsmouth pretty probably quiet rain Ripley river rocks roof round scarlet scene seems September shadow shore Smutty Nose snow sometimes spots stands Star Island Stockbridge story strange summer sunny sunshine suppose talk Thaxter to-day trees Walden Pond walk warm whole William Em William Emerson wind window winter woods yellow yesterday young
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Página 343 - Walden Pond was clear and beautiful as usual. It tempted me to bathe ; and though the water was thrillingly cold, it was like the thrill of a happy death. Never was there such transparent water as this. I threw sticks into it, and saw them float suspended on an almost invisible medium. It seemed as if the pure air were beneath them, as well as above. It is fit for baptisms ; but one would not wish it to be polluted by having sins washed into it. None but angels should bathe in it ; but blessed babies...
Página 260 - A man to swallow a small snake, — and it to be a symbol of a cherished sin. Questions as to unsettled points of history, and mysteries of nature, to be asked of a mesmerized person. Gordier, a young man of the Island of Jersey, was paying his addresses to a young lady of Guernsey. He visited the latter island, intending to be married.
Página 302 - He is a keen and delicate observer of nature, — a genuine observer, — which, I suspect, is almost as rare a character as even an original poet; and Nature, in return for his love, seems to adopt him as her especial child, and shows him secrets which few others are allowed to witness. He is familiar with beast, fish, fowl, and reptile, and has strange stories to tell of adventures and friendly passages with these lower brethren of mortality.
Página 221 - It is my opinion that a man's soul may be buried and perish under a dung-heap, or in a furrow of the field, just as well as under a pile of money.
Página 223 - But really I should judge it to be twenty years since I left Brook Farm; and I take this to be one proof that my life there was an unnatural and unsuitable, and therefore an unreal, one. It already looks like a dream behind me.
Página 294 - Then we talked about autumn, and about the pleasures of being lost in the woods, and about the crows, whose voices Margaret had heard, and about the experiences of early childhood, whose influence remains upon the character after the...
Página 380 - Happiness in this world, when it comes, comes incidentally. Make it the object of pursuit, and it leads us a wild-goose chase, and is never attained. Follow some other object, and very possibly we may find that we have caught happiness without dreaming of it; but likely enough it is gone the moment we say to ourselves,
Página 302 - It is a characteristic trait, that he has a great regard for the memory of the Indian tribes, whose wild life would have suited him so well ; and, strange to say, he seldom walks over a ploughed field without picking up an arrow-point, spear-head, or other relic of the red man, as if their spirits willed him to be the inheritor of their simple wealth.
Página 294 - In the midst of our talk, we heard footsteps above us, on the high bank; and while the intruder was still hidden among the trees, he called to Margaret, of whom he had gotten a glimpse. Then he emerged from the green shade; and behold, it was Mr. Emerson...
Página 290 - ... contrast between it and the weedy, oozy margin of the river. Farther within its depths, you perceive a bottom of pure white sand, sparkling through the transparent water, which, methought, was the very purest liquid in the world. After Mr. Emerson left us, Hillard and I bathed in the pond, and it does really seem as if my spirit, as well as corporeal person, were refreshed by that bath. A good deal of mud and river slime had accumulated on my soul; but these bright waters washed them all away....