Misfortune to have lived not knowing thee!
’T were not high living, nor to noblest end,
Who, dwelling near, learned not sincerity,
Rich friendship’s ornament that still doth lend
To life its consequence and propriety.
Thy fellowship was my culture, noble friend:
By the hand thou took’st me, and did’st condescend
To bring me straightway...
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We took it to the woods, we two,
The book well worn and brown,
To read his words where stirring leaves
Rained their soft shadows down.Yet as we sat and breathed the scene,
We opened not a page;
Enough that he was with us there,
Our silent, friendly sage!His fresh “Rhodora” bloomed again;
His “Humble-bee”... -
A bale-fire kindled in the night,
By night a blaze, by day a cloud,
With flame and smoke all England woke,—
It climbed so high, it roared so loud:While over Massachusetts’ pines
Uprose a white and steadfast star;
And many a night it hung unwatched,—
It shone so still, it seemed so far.But Light is Fire, and Fire is...
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A Bale-fire kindled in the night,
By night a blaze, by day a cloud,
With flame and smoke all England woke,—
It climbed so high, it roared so loud:While over Massachusetts’ pines
Uprose a white and steadfast star;
And many a night it hung unwatched,—
It shone so still, it seemed so far.But Light is Fire, and Fire is...
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Concord
“FARTHER horizons every year.”
O tossing pines, which surge and wave
Above the poet’s just made grave,
And waken for his sleeping ear
The music that he loved to hear,
Through summer’s sun and winter’s chill,
With purpose staunch and dauntless will,
Sped by a noble discontent
You climb toward the blue firmament:...