Henry David Thoreau (12 July 1817 – 6 May 1862 / Concord, Massachusetts)
Poems of Henry David Thoreau
| 1. | All Things Are Current Found | 4/12/2010 |
| 2. | Away! Away! Away! Away! | 4/26/2012 |
| 3. | Conscience | 1/3/2003 |
| 4. | Epitaph On The World | 1/3/2003 |
| 5. | Friendship | 1/3/2003 |
| 6. | Great God, I Ask for no Meaner Pelf | 4/26/2012 |
| 7. | I am a Parcel of Vain Strivings Tied | 1/3/2003 |
| 8. | I am the Autumnal Sun | 1/3/2003 |
| 9. | I Knew A Man By Sight | 1/3/2003 |
| 10. | I was Made Erect and Lone | 4/26/2012 |
| 11. | Indeed, Indeed I Cannot Tell | 1/3/2003 |
| 12. | Inspiration | 1/3/2003 |
| 13. | Let such pure hate still underprop | 1/3/2003 |
| 14. | Light-Winged Smoke | 4/12/2010 |
| 15. | Like A Soul | 4/12/2010 |
| 16. | Low-Anchored Cloud | 1/3/2003 |
| 17. | Men Say They Know Many Things | 4/12/2010 |
| 18. | Mist | 1/3/2003 |
| 19. | My Life Has Been The Poem | 4/12/2010 |
| 20. | Nature | 4/12/2010 |
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The Summer Rain
My books I'd fain cast off, I cannot read,
'Twixt every page my thoughts go stray at large
Down in the meadow, where is richer feed,
And will not mind to hit their proper targe.
Plutarch was good, and so was Homer too,
Our Shakespeare's life were rich to live again,
What Plutarch read, that was not good nor true,
Nor Shakespeare's books, unless his books were men.
