Henry David Thoreau

I think awhile of Love, and while I think, Love is to me a world, Sole meat and sweetest drink, And close connecting link Tween heaven and earth
I only know it is, not how or why, My greatest happiness; However hard I try, Not if I were to di...

I am a parcel of vain strivings
By a chance bond together,
Dangling this way and that, their
Were made so loose and wide,

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,

In
To
The amber of
At a high soul

ED Smoke,
Icarian bird, Melting thy pinions in thy upward flight, Lark without song, and the messenger of dawn, Circling above the hamlets as thy nest; Or else, departing dream, and shadowy form Of midnight vision, gathering up thy skirts; By...

Whate'er we leave to God,
God does,   And blesses us;
The work we choose should be our own,   God leaves alone
If with light head erect I sing,   Though all the Muses lend their force,

I knew a man by sight, A blameless wight, Who, for a year or more, Had daily passed my door,
Yet converse none had had with him
I met him in a lane, Him and his cane, About three miles from home, Where I had chanced to roam,
And vol...