Early Spring In Massachusetts From The Journal Of Henry David Thoreau PDF Download

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1893 edition. Excerpt: ... may not be more than a foot, if there is any. It is as if the Indians had selected precisely the driest spots on the whole plain with a view to their advantage at this season. If you were going to pitch a tent to-night on the Great Fields, you would inevitably pitch on one of those spots, or else lie down in water or mud, or on ice. It is as if they had chosen the site of their wigwams at this very season of the year. March 14, 1842. It is not easy to find one brave enough to play the game of love quite alone with you, but they must get some third person or world to countenance them. They thrust others between. Love is so delicate and fastidious that I see not how it can ever begin. Do you expect me to love with you unless you make my love secondary to nothing else? Your words come tainted if the thought of the world darts between thee and the thought of me. You are not venturous enough for love. It goes alone unscared through wildernesses. As soon as I see people loving what they see merely, and not their own high hopes that they form of others, I pity them, and do not want their love. Did I ask thee to love me who hate myself? No! Love that which I love, and I will love thee that loves it. The love is faint-bearted and short-lived that is contented with the past history of its object. It does not prepare the soil to bear new crops lustier than the old. I would I had leisure for these things, sighs the world. When I have done my quilting and baking, then I will not be backward. Love never stands still, nor does its object. It is the revolving sun and the swelling bud. If I know what I love, it is because I remember it. Life is grand, and so are its environments of Past and Future. Would the face of nature be so serene and beautiful if...