Henry David Thoreau (12 July 1817 – 6 May 1862 / Concord, Massachusetts)
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Epitaph On The World
Here lies the body of this world,
Whose soul alas to hell is hurled.
This golden youth long since was past,
Its silver manhood went as fast,
An iron age drew on at last;
'Tis vain its character to tell,
The several fates which it befell,
What year it died, when 'twill arise,
We only know that here it lies.
Henry David Thoreau
Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003
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Poems by Henry David Thoreau : 4 / 41
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