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And ever, if you hearken well, You still may hear its vesper bell, And tread of high-souled men go by, Their thoughts conversing with the sky. According to Jamblichus, “Pythagoras did not procure for himself a thing of this kind through instruments or the voice, but employing a certain ineffable divinity, and which it is difficult to apprehend, he extended his ears and fixed his intellect in the sublime symphonies of the world, he alone hearing and understanding, as it appears, the universal harmony and consonance of the spheres, and the stars that are moved through them, and which produce a fuller and more intense melody than anything effected by mortal sounds.” Travelling on foot very early one morning due east from here about twenty miles, from Caleb Harriman’s tavern in Hampstead toward Haverhill, when I reached the railroad in Plaistow, I heard at some distance a faint music in the air like an Aeolian harp, which I immediately suspected to proceed from the cord of the telegraph vibrating in the just awakening morning wind, and applying my ear to one of the posts A <strong>Week</strong> on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers 136 I was convinced that it was so. It was the telegraph harp singing its message through the country, its message sent not by men, but by gods. Perchance, like the statue of Memnon, it resounds only in the morning, when the first rays of the sun fall on it. It was like the first lyre or shell heard on the sea-shore,—that vibrating cord high in the air over the shores of earth. So have all things their higher and their lower uses. I heard a fairer news than the journals ever print. It told of things worthy to hear, and worthy of the electric fluid to carry the news of, not of the price of cotton and flour, but it hinted at the price of the world itself and of things which are priceless, of absolute truth and beauty. Still the drum rolled on, and stirred our blood to fresh extravagance that night. The clarion sound and clang of corselet and buckler were heard from many a hamlet of the soul, and many a knight was arming for the fight behind the encamped stars. “Before each van Prick forth the aery knights, and couch their spears Till thickest legions close; with feats of arms
From either end of Heaven the welkin burns.” ——————— Away! away! away! away! Ye have not kept your secret well, I will abide that other day, Those other lands ye tell. Has time no leisure left for these, The acts that ye rehearse? Is not eternity a lease For better deeds than verse? ‘T is sweet to hear of heroes dead, To know them still alive, But sweeter if we earn their bread, And in us they survive. Our life should feed the springs of fame With a perennial wave. Henry David Thoreau 137 As ocean feeds the babbling founts Which find in it their grave. Ye skies drop gently round my breast, And be my corselet blue, Ye earth receive my lance in rest, My faithful charger you; Ye stars my spear-heads in the sky, My arrow-tips ye are; I see the routed foemen fly, My bright spears fixed are. Give me an angel for a foe, Fix now the place and time, And straight to meet him I will go Above the starry chime. And with our clashing bucklers’ clang The heavenly spheres shall ring, While bright the northern lights shall hang Beside our tourneying.
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A Week on the Conc
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A Week on the Conc
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He confined the rivers within their
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ound to their wood-lots and upland
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Concord, as exhibited in the Revolu
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The Mississippi, the Ganges, and th
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and divide the air and water best.
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With such thoughts we swept gently
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head, Chelone glabra, grew close to
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founded by many knowledges, and has
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cies, though the inexperienced woul
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differently past. It rather prefers
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ting their mouths for half an hour
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Bridge. Their captain, a man of pis
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no electric shock, but mere Shad, a
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ods from the shore, we sat looking
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SUNDA SUNDAY SUNDA IN THE MORNING t
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and makes it visible. The stillness
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And shun the winding shore, And gen
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Its metal is not of brass, But air,
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little humor but genuine; a laborin
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The Indian’s intercourse with Nat
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concerned about the historical trut
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sun’s rays. The matutine intellec
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Jonas Parker, both of Shirley. They
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One memorable addition to the old m
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And my own descendants. I cannot to
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worry my neighbors with the new sen
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I say, Turn it out doors, Into the
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words might perhaps strike root and
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sented with the freedom of the Merr
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their departure; so they took leave
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vicinity of the ocean. Between the
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Winnipiseogee, was first surveyed i
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or beside their design, not anticip
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“They, thinking great things, upo
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the common arts of life, are his wo
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the arches of science can never spa
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gelid Hyperboreans glow, and the ol
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stream, which flows as much to sun
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ing? Learn to split wood, at least.
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There is a sort of homely truth and
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Page 95 and 96: seemed so new, and no house was obs
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Page 179 and 180: TO A SWALLOW What dost thou wish me
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past the Hook, quite to the ocean s
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depths of a quiet nature, has trave
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and is still bringing it down or wa
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above the present level of the wate
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Some minds are as little logical or
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used all his arts to destroy them,
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ut seen from there is too ethereall
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out shuffling. Their sails, which s
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Yet now am forced to know, though h
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Be fair, be fertile evermore, Ye ru
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goes forth prepared to say, “Swee
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any truer and nobler relation possi
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to what interests himself. Men and
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say Farewell; that you could easily
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fragmentary and godlike intercourse
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is word and deed. If they know not
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use you as a hammer, and drive a na
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will fell an oak with a firebrand,
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My most serene and irresponsible ne
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Pathless the gulf of feeling yawns,
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to his stock. We had come away up h
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incurred. I heard that an engagemen
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thin volumes like mist and smoke, t
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THURSDA THURSDAY THURSDA “He trod
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fresh Attic salt of the moss-beds.
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the village of Hooksett on the shor
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When you come to a brook or pond, y
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sound, like a man stepping on the r
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transparent as light. In the third
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wild pigeon sat secure above our he
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tion has wrought but little change
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perfect specimens in front-yard plo
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miles above where we now are, she h
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English standard, nor did the Engli
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plaintively only what has happened
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more pleasing than an elaborate dra
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so indifferent things get recorded,
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FRIDA FRIDAY FRIDA AS WE LAY AWAKE
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spectacle to spectacle, as if fearf
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aside for them? A man cannot wheedl
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not detect where the jewel lies, wh
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It does not cost much for these her
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“With murmurs loud, like rivers f
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of the hills which overlook our nat
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These the baits that still allure,
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And yarrow in blanch tints is dyed,
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weight of water standing over the g
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The grating of a pebble annuls them
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expressed, or to attend to their li
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interpret another’s experience on
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Englishman, who cultivates the art
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and the present. But Chaucer is fre
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Chaucer’s remarkably trustful and
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leaves a thin varnish or glaze over
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To an unskilful rhymer the Muse thu
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“Unless above himself he can Erec
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Dangling this way and that, their l
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sion, so that the mind hesitates to
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“Yesterday, at dawn,” says Hafi
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As we looked up in silence to those
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