The Writings of Henry David Thoreau, Volume 1Houghton, Mifflin, 1893 |
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... English book . It loves a swift cur- rent and a sandy bottom , and bites inadvertently , yet not without appetite for the bait . The minnows are used as bait for pickerel in the winter . The red chivin , according to some , is still the ...
... English book . It loves a swift cur- rent and a sandy bottom , and bites inadvertently , yet not without appetite for the bait . The minnows are used as bait for pickerel in the winter . The red chivin , according to some , is still the ...
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... . Innumerable acres of meadow are waiting to be made dry land , wild native grass to give place to English . The farmers stand with scythes whet , waiting the subsiding of the waters , by gravitation , by evaporation SATURDAY 45.
... . Innumerable acres of meadow are waiting to be made dry land , wild native grass to give place to English . The farmers stand with scythes whet , waiting the subsiding of the waters , by gravitation , by evaporation SATURDAY 45.
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... English , even . But speedy emissaries revealed the unnatural secret , in the new float - board , wholly a foot in width , added to their already too high privileges by the dam proprietors . The hundred yoke of oxen , meanwhile ...
... English , even . But speedy emissaries revealed the unnatural secret , in the new float - board , wholly a foot in width , added to their already too high privileges by the dam proprietors . The hundred yoke of oxen , meanwhile ...
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... ( Villarica ? ) , now in its dotage , named from the English Billericay , and whose Indian name was Shawshine . I never heard that it was young . See , is not nature here gone to decay , farms all run out , meeting - SUNDAY 61.
... ( Villarica ? ) , now in its dotage , named from the English Billericay , and whose Indian name was Shawshine . I never heard that it was young . See , is not nature here gone to decay , farms all run out , meeting - SUNDAY 61.
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... English grain sprang in the virgin soil . And with his grain he scat- tered the seeds of the dandelion and the wild / trefoil over the meadows , mingling his English flowers with the wild native ones . The brist- ling burdock , the ...
... English grain sprang in the virgin soil . And with his grain he scat- tered the seeds of the dandelion and the wild / trefoil over the meadows , mingling his English flowers with the wild native ones . The brist- ling burdock , the ...
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Anacreon ancient bank beauty Billerica birds bittern boat Brahma Brook Chaucer clouds Concord Concord River distant doth dream Dunstable earth English eyes F. B. Sanborn faint falls feet fish floating flow flowers forest FRANCIS QUARLES freshet Friend Friendship genius GILES FLETCHER gods Goffstown grass Haverhill hear heard heavens hills Homer Hooksett Indian inhabitants island land leaves length light lives look Lowell man's meadows Merrimack MERRIMACK RIVERS miles morning mountains Nashua nature neighboring never night noon Ossian passed Penacook perchance PINDAR pine poet poetry rare river rocks round rustling sail Salmon Brook SAMUEL DANIEL sand seemed seen sense serene shine shore side silent sometimes sound speak stand stars stones stream summer thee things thou thought tion town traveler trees true truth Tyngsborough voyage waves wild wind woods
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Página 502 - Still roll ; where all the aspects of misery Predominate; whose strong effects are such As he must bear, being powerless to redress; And that unless above himself he can Erect himself, how poor a thing is man...
Página 18 - By the rude bridge that arched the flood, Their flag to April's breeze unfurled, Here once the embattled farmers stood, And fired the shot heard round the world. The foe long since in silence slept; Alike the conqueror silent sleeps; And Time the ruined bridge has swept Down the dark stream which seaward creeps. On this green bank, by this soft stream, We set today a votive stone; That memory may their deed redeem, When, like our sires, our sons are gone.
Página 92 - DO not do unto others as you would that they should do unto you.
Página 130 - And who, in time, knows whither we may vent The treasure of our tongue, to what strange shores This gain of our best glory shall be sent, T' enrich unknowing nations with our stores? What worlds in th' yet unformed Occident May come refined with th
Página 233 - Camelot ; And up and down the people go, Gazing where the lilies blow Round an island there below, The island of Shalott. Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver Thro...
Página 60 - A man that looks on glass, On it may stay his eye ; Or if he pleaseth, through it pass, And then the heaven espy. All may of Thee partake : Nothing can be so mean, Which with this tincture (for Thy sake) Will not grow bright and clean. A servant with this clause Makes drudgery divine : Who sweeps a room, as for Thy laws, Makes that and th
Página 465 - And what's a life ? a weary pilgrimage, Whose glory in one day doth fill the stage With childhood, manhood, and decrepit age. And what's a life ? the flourishing array Of the proud summer meadow, which to-day Wears her green plush, and is to-morrow hay.
Página 521 - Not in vain the distance beacons. Forward, forward let us range, Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change. Through the shadow of the globe we sweep into the younger day: Better fifty years of Europe than a cycle of Cathay.
Página 506 - I'm fixed. A nosegay which Time clutched from out Those fair Elysian fields, With weeds and broken stems, in haste, Doth make the rabble rout That waste The day he yields. And here I bloom for a short hour unseen, Drinking my juices up, With no root in the land To keep my branches green, But stand In a bare cup.
Página 317 - t is, and scrupulous care, To place my gains beyond the reach of tides, Each smoother pebble, and each shell more rare, Which ocean kindly to my hand confides. I have but few companions on the shore, They scorn the strand who sail upon the sea, Yet oft I think the ocean they 've sailed o'er Is deeper known upon the strand to me.