A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers (Penguin Classics)

By Henry David Thoreau

Thoreau's account of his 1839 boat journey is a finely crafted tapestry of go back and forth writing, essays, and lyrical poetry. Thoreau interweaves descriptions of common phenomena, the agricultural panorama, and native characters with digressions on literature and philosophy, the local American and Puritian histories of recent England, the Bhagavad Gita, the imperfections of Christianity, and plenty of different subjects. Although it stocks a few of the issues in Thoreau's vintage WaldenA Week at the Concord offers another point of view on his analaysis of the connection among nature and culture.

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Skilled river, Hast thou flowed perpetually? Souhegan soundeth outdated, however the part isn't instructed, What names hast thou borne, within the a long time a long way long gone, whilst the Xanthus and Meander started out to wander, Ere the black endure haunted Thy pink forest-floor, Or Nature had planted The pines through thy shore? through the warmth of the day, we rested on a wide island a mile above the mouth of this river, pastured via a herd of livestock, with steep banks and scattered elms and oaks, and a adequate channel for canal-boats on either side.

While the poet is such a lot encouraged, is encouraged through an air of secrecy which by no means even colours the afternoons of universal males, then his expertise is all long past, and he's now not a poet. The gods don't supply him any ability greater than one other. They by no means positioned their presents into his fingers, yet they surround and maintain him with their breath. to claim that God has given a guy many and nice abilities, often implies that he has introduced his heavens down nearby of his arms. whilst the poetic frenzy seizes us, we run and scratch with our pen, motive merely on worms, calling our pals round us, just like the cock, and delighting within the dirt we make, yet don't observe the place the jewel lies, which, probably, we now have in the intervening time forged to a distance, or particularly lined up back.

As though plainness, and energy, and sincerity, the adorns of favor, have been higher discovered at the farm and within the workshop, than within the colleges. The sentences written via such impolite fingers are anxious and hard, like hardened thongs, the sinews of the deer, or the roots of the pine. As for the graces of expression, a superb suggestion is rarely present in a median costume; yet although it continue from the lips of the Woloffs, the 9 Muses and the 3 Graces could have conspired to dress it in healthy word. Its schooling has consistently been liberal, and its implied wit can endow a school.

This wish of notion is a illness which the entire virtues of the guts can't supply:— the nice how will we belief? in simple terms the clever are only. the great we use, The clever we won't select. those there are none above; the nice they understand and love, yet aren't identified back via these of lesser ken. they don't appeal us with their eyes, yet they transfix with their suggestion; No partial sympathy they consider, With inner most woe or deepest weal, yet with the universe pleasure and sigh, Whose wisdom is their sympathy.

I'm sure, i'm certain, for shore, through a lonely isle, through a much Azore, There it truly is, there it's, the treasure I search, at the barren sands of a desolate creek. I sailed up a river with a delightful wind, New lands, new humans, and new options to discover; Many reasonable reaches and headlands seemed, and plenty of hazards have been there to be feared; but if I keep in mind the place i've been, And the reasonable landscapes that i've got visible, THOU seemest the single everlasting shore, The cape by no means rounded, nor wandered o’er.

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