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Nature

Nature


O Nature! I do not aspire
To be the highest in thy choir, -
To be a meteor in thy sky,
Or comet that may range on high;
Only a zephyr that may blow
Among the reeds by the river low;
Give me thy most privy place
Where to run my airy race.


In some withdrawn, unpublic mead
Let me sigh upon a reed,
Or in the woods, with leafy din,
Whisper the still evening in:
Some still work give me to do, -
Only - be it near to you!


For I'd rather be thy child
And pupil, in the forest wild,
Than be the king of men elsewhere,
And most sovereign slave of care;
To have one moment of thy dawn,
Than share the city's year forlorn.
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Pray to What Earth Does This Sweet Cold Belong

Pray to What Earth Does This Sweet Cold Belong

Pray to what earth does this sweet cold belong,
Which asks no duties and no conscience?
The moon goes up by leaps, her cheerful path
In some far summer stratum of the sky,
While stars with their cold shine bedot her way.
The fields gleam mildly back upon the sky,
And far and near upon the leafless shrubs
The snow dust still emits a silver light.
Under the hedge, where drift banks are their screen,
The titmice now pursue their downy dreams,
As often in the sweltering summer nights
The bee doth drop asleep in the flower cup,
When evening overtakes him with his load.
By the brooksides, in the still, genial night,
The more adventurous wanderer may hear
The crystals shoot and form, and winter slow
Increase his rule by gentlest summer means.
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Mist

Mist


Low-anchored cloud,
Newfoundland air,
Fountain head and source of rivers,
Dew-cloth, dream drapery,
And napkin spread by fays;
Drifting meadow of the air,
Where bloom the dasied banks and violets,
And in whose fenny labyrinth
The bittern booms and heron wades;
Spirit of the lake and seas and rivers,
Bear only purfumes and the scent
Of healing herbs to just men's fields!
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Low-Anchored Cloud

Low-Anchored Cloud

Low-anchored cloud,
Newfoundland air,
Fountain-head and source of rivers,
Dew-cloth, dream-drapery,
And napkin spread by fays;
Drifting meadow of the air,
Where bloom the daisied banks and violets,
And in whose fenny labyrinth
The bittern booms and heron wades;
Spirit of lakes and seas and rivers,
Bear only perfumes and the scent
Of healing herbs to just men's fields!
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Inspiration

Inspiration


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,
From my poor love of anything,
The verse is weak and shallow as its source.


But if with bended neck I grope
Listening behind me for my wit,
With faith superior to hope,
More anxious to keep back than forward it;


Making my soul accomplice there
Unto the flame my heart hath lit,
Then will the verse forever wear--
Time cannot bend the line which God hath writ.


Always the general show of things
Floats in review before my mind,
And such true love and reverence brings,
That sometimes I forget that I am blind.


But now there comes unsought, unseen,
Some clear divine electuary,
And I, who had but sensual been,
Grow sensible, and as God is, am wary.


I hearing get, who had but ears,
And sight, who had but eyes before,
I moments live, who lived but years,
And truth discern, who knew but learning's lore.


I hear beyond the range of sound,
I see beyond the range of sight,
New earths and skies and seas around,
And in my day the sun doth pale his light.


A clear and ancient harmony
Pierces my soul through all its din,
As through its utmost melody--
Farther behind than they, farther within.


More swift its bolt than lightning is,
Its voice than thunder is more loud,
It doth expand my privacies
To all, and leave me single in the crowd.


It speaks with such authority,
With so serene and lofty tone,



That idle Time runs gadding by,
And leaves me with Eternity alone.


Now chiefly is my natal hour,
And only now my prime of life;
Of manhood's strength it is the flower,
'Tis peace's end and war's beginning strife.


It comes in summer's broadest noon,
By a grey wall or some chance place,
Unseasoning Time, insulting June,
And vexing day with its presuming face.


Such fragrance round my couch it makes,
More rich than are Arabian drugs,
That my soul scents its life and wakes
The body up beneath its perfumed rugs.


Such is the Muse, the heavenly maid,
The star that guides our mortal course,
Which shows where life's true kernel's laid,
Its wheat's fine flour, and its undying force.


She with one breath attunes the spheres,
And also my poor human heart,
With one impulse propels the years
Around, and gives my throbbing pulse its start.


I will not doubt for evermore,
Nor falter from a steadfast faith,
For thought the system be turned o'er,
God takes not back the word which once He saith.


I will not doubt the love untold
Which not my worth nor want has bought,
Which wooed me young, and woos me old,
And to this evening hath me brought.


My memory I'll educate
To know the one historic truth,
Remembering to the latest date
The only true and sole immortal youth.


Be but thy inspiration given,
No matter through what danger sought,
I'll fathom hell or climb to heaven,
And yet esteem that cheap which love has bought.


Fame cannot tempt the bard
Who's famous with his God,
Nor laurel him reward


Who has his Maker's nod.
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Light-Winged Smoke

Light-Winged Smoke

LIGHT-WINGED 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 night star-veiling, and by day
Darkening the light and blotting out the sun;
Go thou my incense upward from this hearth,
And ask the gods to pardon this clear flame.
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I was Made Erect and Lone

I was Made Erect and Lone

I was made erect and lone,
And within me is the bone;
Still my vision will be clear,
Still my life will not be drear,
To the center all is near.
Where I sit there is my throne.
If age choose to sit apart,
If age choose, give me the start,
Take the sap and leave the heart.
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I am the Autumnal Sun

I am the Autumnal Sun

Sometimes a mortal feels in himself Nature
-- not his Father but his Mother stirs
within him, and he becomes immortal with her
immortality. From time to time she claims
kindredship with us, and some globule
from her veins steals up into our own.


I am the autumnal sun,
With autumn gales my race is run;
When will the hazel put forth its flowers,
Or the grape ripen under my bowers?
When will the harvest or the hunter's moon
Turn my midnight into mid-noon?
I am all sere and yellow,
And to my core mellow.
The mast is dropping within my woods,
The winter is lurking within my moods,
And the rustling of the withered leaf
Is the constant music of my grief...
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Great God, I Ask for no Meaner Pelf

Great God, I Ask for no Meaner Pelf

Great God, I ask for no meaner pelf
Than that I may not disappoint myself,
That in my action I may soar as high
As I can now discern with this clear eye.


And next in value, which thy kindness lends,
That I may greatly disappoint my friends,
Howe'er they think or hope that it may be,
They may not dream how thou'st distinguished me.


That my weak hand may equal my firm faith
And my life practice what my tongue saith
That my low conduct may not show
Nor my relenting lines
That I thy purpose did not know
Or overrated thy designs.
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Epitaph On The World

Epitaph On The World

Here lies the body of this world,
Whose soul alas to hell is hurled.
This golden youth long since was past,
Its silver manhood went as fast,
An iron age drew on at last;
'Tis vain its character to tell,
The several fates which it befell,
What year it died, when 'twill arise,
We only know that here it lies.
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Identification and basic context

Henry David Thoreau was an American essayist, poet, philosopher, abolitionist, naturalist, tax resister, development critic, surveyor, and historian. He was born in Concord, Massachusetts. His death also occurred in Concord. He came from a family of modest means, with his father operating a pencil-manufacturing business. He was of French Huguenot and English ancestry. He was an American national and wrote in English.

Childhood and education

Thoreau's childhood was spent in Concord, where he developed an early appreciation for nature, often exploring the surrounding woods and rivers. He attended Concord Academy and later entered Harvard College in 1833. At Harvard, he studied classical languages, philosophy, and natural history, graduating in 1837. Following his graduation, he pursued various professions, including teaching, surveying, and writing, all while deepening his philosophical inquiries and his observation of the natural world. He was profoundly influenced by the writings of Ralph Waldo Emerson and the Transcendentalist movement.

Literary trajectory

Thoreau's literary career began in earnest with his association with Emerson and the Transcendentalist circle in Concord. He kept extensive journals throughout his life, which became the source material for his major works. His first published book, 'A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers' (1849), a travelogue and philosophical reflection, initially met with little success. His most famous work, 'Walden; or, Life in the Woods' (1854), is a philosophical meditation on simple living in natural surroundings, based on his two-year experiment living in a cabin by Walden Pond. He was also a prolific essayist, publishing numerous pieces on nature, society, and politics in magazines and newspapers. He was known for his powerful oratory and lectures.

Works, style, and literary characteristics

Thoreau's most significant works are 'Walden' and 'A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers.' Other important essays include 'Civil Disobedience' (originally published as 'Resistance to Civil Government,' 1849), 'Walking' (1862), and 'Nature.' His dominant themes include nature, simplicity, self-reliance, individualism, civil disobedience, social reform, and the critique of industrial society. His style is characterized by its directness, precision, vivid imagery drawn from nature, aphoristic wisdom, and a profound sense of moral conviction. He often employed a direct, conversational tone mixed with elevated philosophical discourse. His poetic voice is that of a keen observer, a moralist, and a prophet urging a return to authentic living. He experimented with blending prose and poetry in his works.

Cultural and historical context

Thoreau lived during a period of immense social and intellectual ferment in America, including the height of the Transcendentalist movement, the abolitionist cause, and the burgeoning Industrial Revolution. He was a staunch abolitionist and a supporter of John Brown. His ideas on civil disobedience, particularly in response to the Mexican-American War and slavery, were radical for their time and have had a lasting impact on political thought and activism. He was part of a vibrant intellectual community in Concord that included Emerson, Hawthorne, and Alcott.

Personal life

Thoreau's personal life was deeply intertwined with his intellectual and philosophical pursuits. He lived a relatively simple life, often relying on manual labor and the hospitality of friends, most notably Ralph Waldo Emerson, who provided him with land to build his cabin at Walden Pond. He never married and had no children. His close relationships with his family and friends, particularly Emerson, were central to his life. He maintained a lifelong commitment to his principles, even when it led to personal hardship, such as his brief arrest for refusing to pay his poll tax.

Recognition and reception

During his lifetime, Thoreau's works were not widely popular, and he struggled financially as a writer. 'Walden' sold poorly in its initial years. However, he gained a reputation as a formidable thinker and a powerful lecturer among his intellectual peers. Posthumously, his influence grew exponentially. 'Civil Disobedience' became a foundational text for leaders like Mahatma Gandhi and Martin Luther King Jr. 'Walden' is now considered a classic of American literature, celebrated for its insights into nature, self-sufficiency, and societal critique.

Influences and legacy

Thoreau was influenced by Ralph Waldo Emerson, the ancient Greek philosophers, Eastern philosophies (particularly Hinduism and Buddhism), and the writings of the Romantic poets. His legacy is immense, particularly his articulation of civil disobedience as a moral imperative and his enduring advocacy for a life lived in harmony with nature. He inspired countless writers, activists, and thinkers, shaping environmentalism, libertarian thought, and the broader understanding of individual conscience in relation to the state. His writings continue to be a touchstone for those seeking a more meaningful and principled existence.

Interpretation and critical analysis

Thoreau's work is subject to ongoing critical analysis, focusing on his philosophy of nature, his critique of consumerism and industrialization, his complex relationship with American democracy, and his radical ideas on individual liberty and resistance to unjust laws. Debates continue regarding his views on race, his place within the abolitionist movement, and the precise meaning and application of his concept of civil disobedience.

Curiosities and lesser-known aspects

Thoreau was an avid collector of natural specimens and kept meticulous records of the flora and fauna he encountered. He was also a skilled surveyor and used his knowledge of the land to supplement his income. He had a peculiar habit of sleeping outdoors in all seasons. He was a vegetarian and an advocate for temperance. Despite his solitary nature, he was known for his sharp wit and occasional cantankerousness.

Death and memory

Henry David Thoreau died of tuberculosis in Concord, Massachusetts, at the age of 44. His death was mourned by his intellectual circle, but his true impact on American thought and literature was not fully realized until later. His journals, published posthumously, further revealed the depth and breadth of his observations and reflections. His legacy is preserved through the continued study of his writings and the enduring relevance of his ideas on nature, freedom, and individual conscience.