The First and Last Journeys of Thoreau: Lately Discovered Among His Unpublished Journals and Manuscripts, Volume 1Printed exclusively for members of the Bibliophile Society, 1905 - 278 pages |
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Page 9 - And that our valiant English till midnight there did stay, To see whether the rebels would have another fray ; But they no more returning, they made off towards their home, And brought away their wounded as far as they could come.
Page 137 - It can have no pure right over my person and property but what I concede to it. The progress from an absolute to a limited monarchy, from a limited monarchy to a democracy, is a progress toward a true respect for the individual.
Page 141 - My life more civil is and free Than any civil polity. Ye princes keep your realms And circumscribed power, Not wide as are my dreams, Nor rich as is this hour. What can ye give which I have not? What can ye take which I have got? Can ye defend the dangerless? Can ye inherit nakedness? To all true wants time's ear is deaf, Penurious states lend no relief Out of their pelf— But a free soul — thank God — Can help itself. Be sure your fate Doth keep apart its state — Not linked with any band...
Page 30 - GENTLE RIVER, GENTLE RIVER GENTLE river, gentle river, Lo, thy Streams are Stained with gore. Many a brave and noble captain Floats along thy willowed shore. All beside thy limpid waters, All beside thy sands so bright, Moorish chiefs and Christian warriors Joined in fierce and mortal fight.
Page xxxii - Whilst he used in his writings a certain petulance of remark in reference to churches or churchmen, he was a person of a rare, tender and absolute religion, a person incapable of any profanation, by act or by thought. Of course, the same isolation which belonged to his original thinking and living detached him from the social religious forms. This is neither to be censured nor regretted.
Page 139 - As yesterday and the historical ages are past, as the work of to-day is present, so some flitting perspectives and demiexperiences of the life that is in nature are in time veritably future, or rather outside to time, perennial, young, divine, in the wind and rain which never die.
Page 130 - 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.
Page 109 - I delight to come to my bearings — not walk in procession with pomp and parade, in a conspicuous place, but to walk even with the Builder of the universe, if I may — not to live in this restless, nervous, bustling, trivial Nineteenth Century, but stand or sit thoughtfully while it goes by.
Page 8 - Twas nigh unto Pigwacket, on the eighth day of May, They spied a rebel Indian, soon after break of day ; He on a bank was walking, upon a neck of land, Which leads into a pond, as we're made to understand.
Page xxxvii - To scorn delights and live laborious days; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life. "But not the praise...