
Henry David Thoreau
They Who Prepare My Evening Meal
They who prepare my evening meal below Carelessly hit the kettle as they go With tongs or shovel,
And ringing round and round,
Out of this hovel It makes an eastern temple by the sound
At first I thought a cow bell right at hand Mid...
Smoke
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;
The Moon
Time wears her not; she doth his chariot guide; Mortality below her orb is placed
-Raleigh The full-orbed moon with unchanged ray Mounts up the eastern sky,
Not doomed to these short nights for aye, But shining steadily
She does not...
Low-Anchored Cloud
Low-anchored cloud,
Newfoundland air,
Fountain-head and source of rivers,
Dew-cloth, dream-drapery,
Conscience
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,
I Am A Parcel Of Vain Strivings Tied
I am a parcel of vain strivings
By a chance bond together,
Dangling this way and that, their
Were made so loose and wide,
Rumors From An Aeolian Harp
There is a vale which none hath seen,
Where foot of man has never been,
Such as here lives with toil and strife,
An anxious and a sinful life
The Poets Delay
IN vain I see the morning rise, In vain observe the western blaze, Who idly look to other skies, Expecting life by other ways
Amidst such boundless wealth without, I only still am poor within, The birds have sung their summer out, But still m...
Nature
O Nature
I do not
To be the highest in thy choir, -To be a meteor in thy sky,
Or comet that may range on high;
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 target
Plutarch was good, and so was Homer too, Our Shakespeare's ...
Like A Soul
In
To
The amber of
At a high soul
Men Say They Know Many Things
Men say they know many things;
But lo
they have taken wings, —The arts and sciences,
And a thousand appliances;