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Walden, Or Life in the Woods

By: Henry David Thoreau

...ing pages, or rather the bulk of them, I lived alone, in the woods, a mile from any neigh bor, in a house which I had built myself, on the shore of W... ...rd of other men’s lives; some such account as he would send to his kindred from a distant land; for if he has lived sin cerely, it must have been in ... ...l it becomes impossible for them to re sume their natural position, while from the twist of the neck nothing but liquids can pass into the stom ach”... ...nd not seeing where they fell. Most men, even in this comparatively free country, through mere ignorance and mistake, are so occupied with the facti... ...s confirmed desperation. From the desperate city you go into the desperate country, and have to console yourself with the bravery of minks and muskrat... ...rest and most memorable of the actions of men, date from such an hour. All poets and heroes, like Memnon, are the chil dren of Aurora, and emit their... ... such a pile we may hope to scale heaven at last. The works of the great poets have never yet been read by mankind, for only great poets can read th... ...nian. Wise midnight bags! It is no honest and blunt tu whit tu who of the poets, but, without jesting, a most solemn graveyard ditty, the mutual cons... ... of Califor nia and Texas, of England and the Indies, of the Hon. Mr.— of Georgia or of Massachusetts, all transient and fleeting phenomena, till I a...

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