Henry David thoreau

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, Prayer

Conscience
Epitaph On The World
Friendship
I Knew A Man By Sight
I am the autumnal sun
Indeed, indeed, I cannot tell
Inspiration
Let such pure hate still underprop
Low-Anchored Cloud
My life has been the poem
On Fields O'er Which the Reaper's Hand has Passed
Prayer
Pray to What Earth
Rumors from an Aeolian Harp
Sic Vita
Smoke
The Inward Morning
The Moon
The Summer Rain
They Who Prepare my Evening Meal Below
Though All The Fates
What's the Railroad to Me
Within the Circuit of This Plodding Life


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