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Walden Or, Life in the Woods

By: Henry David Thoreau

...owing pages, or rather the bulk of them, I lived alone, in the woods, a mile from any neighbor, in a house which I had built myself, on the shore of W... ...eard of other men’s lives; some such account as he would send to his kindred from a distant land; for if he has lived sincerely, it must have been in ... ...ecomes impossible for them to resume 2 Walden their natural position, while from the twist of the neck nothing but liquids can pass into the stomach;... ...m, and not seeing where they fell. Most men, even in this comparatively free country, through mere ignorance and mistake, are so occupied with the fac... ...n is confirmed desperation. From the desperate city you go into the desperate country, and have to console yourself with the bravery of minks and muskr... ...airest and most memorable of the actions of men, date from such an hour. All poets and heroes, like Memnon, are the children of Aurora, and emit their... .... By 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 ... ...nsonian. Wise midnight hags! It is no honest and blunt tu whit tu who of the poets, but, without jesting, a most solemn graveyard ditty, the mutual co... ... and Texas, of England and the Indies, of the Hon. Conclusion 205 Mr. —— of Georgia or of Massachusetts, all transient and fleeting phenomena, till I ...

...Excerpt: WHEN I wrote the following pages, or rather the bulk of them, I lived alone, in the woods, a mile from any neighbor, in a house which I had built myself, on the shore of Walden Pond, in Concord, Massachusetts, and earned my living by the labor of my hands only. I lived there two years and two months. At present I am a soj...

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