Henry David Thoreau

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 ...

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...

In
To
The amber of
At a high soul

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

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...

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;

Men say they know many things;
But lo
they have taken wings, —The arts and sciences,
And a thousand appliances;