Author: Henry David Thoreau

There is a vale which none hath seen, Where foot of man has never been, Such as here lives with […]

On fields o’er which the reaper’s hand has pass’d Lit by the harvest moon and autumn sun, My thoughts like […]

Indeed, indeed, I cannot tell, Though I ponder on it well, Which were easier to state, All my love or […]

What’s the railroad to me? I never go to see Where it ends. It fills a few hollows, And makes […]

They who prepare my evening meal below Carelessly hit the kettle as they go With tongs or shovel, And ringing […]

Conscience is instinct bred in the house, Feeling and Thinking propagate the sin By an unnatural breeding in and in. […]

Light-winged Smoke, Icarian bird, Melting thy pinions in thy upward flight, Lark without song, and messenger of dawn, Circling above […]

I knew a man by sight, A blameless wight, Who, for a year or more, Had daily passed my door, […]

Packed in my mind lie all the clothes Which outward nature wears, And in its fashion’s hourly change It all […]

Whate’er we leave to God, God does, And blesses us; The work we choose should be our own, God leaves […]

Sometimes a mortal feels in himself Nature not his Father but his Mother stirs Within him, and he becomes immortal […]

I think awhile of Love, and while I think, Love is to me a world, Sole meat and sweetest drink, […]

Here lies the body of this world, Whose soul alas to hell is hurled. This golden youth long since was […]

Low-anchored cloud, Newfoundland air, Fountain-head and source of rivers, Dew-cloth, dream-drapery, And napkin spread by fays; Drifting meadow of the […]

I am a parcel of vain strivings tied By a chance bond together, Dangling this way and that, their links […]

“Friends, Romans, Countrymen, and Lovers.” Let such pure hate still underprop Our love, that we may be Each other’s conscience, […]

My books I’d fain cast off, I cannot read, ‘Twixt every page my thoughts go stray at large Down in […]

Great God, I ask for no meaner pelf Than that I may not disappoint myself, That in my action I […]

Within the circuit of this plodding life There enter moments of an azure hue, Untarnished fair as is the violet […]

Pray to what earth does this sweet cold belong, Which asks no duties and no conscience? The moon goes up […]