ON 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 dragon-fly That floated by, May they still endure?
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Henry David Thoreau
Henry David Thoreau (see name pronunciation; July 12, 1817 – May 6, 1862) was an American naturalist, essayist, poet, and philosopher.[3] A lead…
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