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Henry David Thoreau was an American author, naturalist, transcendentalist, tax resister, development critic, sage writer and philosopher.
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Henry David Thoreau's poems
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Whate'er we leave to God, God does,
And blesses us;
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Low-anchored cloud,
Newfoundland air,
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My books I'd fain cast off, I cannot read,
'Twixt every page my thoughts go stray at large
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Conscience is instinct bred in the house,
Feeling and Thinking propagate the sin
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I am a parcel of vain strivings tied
By a chance bond together,
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I knew a man by sight,
A blameless wight,
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They who prepare my evening meal below
Carelessly hit the kettle as they go
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Light-winged Smoke, Icarian bird,
Melting thy pinions in thy upward flight,
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Here lies the body of this world,
Whose soul alas to hell is hurled.
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