Inspiration (Henry David Thoreau Poems)
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 ...
Henry David Thoreau Poems (55 Poems)
Friendship (Henry David Thoreau Poems)
I think awhile of Love, and while I think, Love is to me a world, Sole meat and sweetest drink, And close connecting ...
Sic Vita (Henry David Thoreau Poems)
I am a parcel of vain strivings tied By a chance bond together, Dangling this way and that, their links Were made so ...
The Summer Rain (Henry David Thoreau Poems)
My books I'd fain cast off, I cannot read, 'Twixt every page my thoughts go stray at largeDown in the meadow, ...
Let Such Pure Hate Still Underprop (Henry David Thoreau Poems)
Let such pure hate still underpropOur love, that we may beEach other's conscience,And have our sympathyMainly from thence.We'll one another ...
Though All The Fates (Henry David Thoreau Poems)
THOUGH all the fates should prove unkind, Leave not your native land behind. The ship, becalmed, at length stands still; The steed must ...
Conscience (Henry David Thoreau Poems)
Conscience is instinct bred in the house,Feeling and Thinking propagate the sinBy an unnatural breeding in and in.I say, Turn ...
The Inward Morning (Henry David Thoreau Poems)
Packed in my mind lie all the clothes Which outward nature wears,And in its fashion's hourly change It all things else repairs.In ...
Winter Memories (Henry David Thoreau Poems)
Within the circuit of this plodding lifeThere enter moments of an azure hue,Untarnished fair as is the violetOr anemone, when ...
Within the Circuit of This Plodding Life (Henry David Thoreau Poems)
Within the circuit of this plodding lifeThere enter moments of an azure hue,Untarnished fair as is the violetOr anemone, when ...
I Am A Parcel Of Vain Strivings Tied (Henry David Thoreau Poems)
I am a parcel of vain strivings tiedBy a chance bond together,Dangling this way and that, their linksWere made so ...
I Knew A Man By Sight (Henry David Thoreau Poems)
I knew a man by sight, A blameless wight, Who, for a year or more, Had daily passed my door,Yet converse none had ...
All Things Are Current Found (Henry David Thoreau Poems)
ALL things are current found On earthly ground, Spirits and elements Have their descents. Night and day, year on year, High and low, far and ...
The Poet’s Delay (Henry David Thoreau Poems)
IN vain I see the morning rise, In vain observe the western blaze, Who idly look to other skies, Expecting life by other ...
The Fisher’s Boy (Henry David Thoreau Poems)
MY life is like a stroll upon the beach, As near the ocean's edge as I can go;My tardy steps its ...
Light-Winged Smoke (Henry David Thoreau Poems)
LIGHT-WINGED Smoke, Icarian bird, Melting thy pinions in thy upward flight, Lark without song, and the messenger of dawn, Circling above the hamlets ...
Pray To What Earth Does This Sweet Cold Belong (Henry David Thoreau Poems)
Pray to what earth does this sweet cold belong,Which asks no duties and no conscience?The moon goes up by leaps, ...
Salmon Brook (Henry David Thoreau Poems)
SALMON Brook, Penichook, Ye sweet waters of my brain, When shall I look, Or cast the hook, In your waves again? Silver eels, Wooden creels, These the baits ...
I Am The Autumnal Sun (Henry David Thoreau Poems)
Sometimes a mortal feels in himself Nature— not his Father but his Mother stirswithin him, and he becomes immortal with ...
Prayer (Henry David Thoreau Poems)
Great God, I ask for no meaner pelf Than that I may not disappoint myself, That in my action I may soar ...
Rumors From An Aeolian Harp (Henry David Thoreau Poems)
There is a vale which none hath seen,Where foot of man has never been,Such as here lives with toil and ...
Indeed, Indeed I Cannot Tell (Henry David Thoreau Poems)
Indeed indeed, I cannot tell,Though I ponder on it well,Which were easier to state,All my love or all my hate.Surely, ...
Smoke (Henry David Thoreau Poems)
Light-winged Smoke, Icarian bird,Melting thy pinions in thy upward flight,Lark without song, and messenger of dawnCircling above the hamlets as ...
They Who Prepare My Evening Meal (Henry David Thoreau Poems)
They who prepare my evening meal belowCarelessly hit the kettle as they goWith tongs or shovel,And ringing round and round,Out ...
Low-Anchored Cloud (Henry David Thoreau Poems)
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 ...
Low-Anchored (Henry David Thoreau Poems)
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 ...
Mist (Henry David Thoreau Poems)
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 ...
On Fields O’er Which The Reaper’s Hand Has Pass’d (Henry David Thoreau Poems)
On fields o'er which the reaper's hand has pass'dLit by the harvest moon and autumn sun,My thoughts like stubble floating ...
Epitaph On The World (Henry David Thoreau Poems)
Here lies the body of this world,Whose soul alas to hell is hurled.This golden youth long since was past,Its silver ...
What’s The Railroad To Me? (Henry David Thoreau Poems)
What's the railroad to me?I never go to seeWhere it ends.It fills a few hollows,And makes banks for the swallows,It ...