Henry David Thoreau ( 5 of 165 )
Light Winged Smoke
Lightwinged Smoke, Icarian bird,
Melting thy pinions in thy upward flight,
Lark without song, read more
Light Winged Smoke
Lightwinged Smoke, Icarian bird,
Melting thy pinions in thy upward flight,
Lark without song, and the messenger of dawn,
Circling above the hamlets as thy nest;
Or else, departing dream, and shadowy form
Of midnight vision, gathering up thy skirts;
By night star-veiling, and by day
Darkening the light and blotting out the sun;
Go thou my incense upward from this hearth,
And ask the gods to pardon this clear flame.
-Henry David Thoreau-.
Read the best books first, or you may not have a chance to read them all.
Read the best books first, or you may not have a chance to read them all.
I do not know how to distinguish between our waking life and a dream. Are we not always living the read more
I do not know how to distinguish between our waking life and a dream. Are we not always living the life that we imagine we are?
To affect the quality of the day, that is the highest of the arts.
To affect the quality of the day, that is the highest of the arts.
It is an interesting question how far men would retain their relative rank if they were divested of their clothes.
It is an interesting question how far men would retain their relative rank if they were divested of their clothes.
