The Nature Books of Henry David Thoreau – 6 Titles in One Volume (Illustrated Edition). Henry David Thoreau

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СКАЧАТЬ my experience, persons, when they are made the subject of conversation, though with a Friend, are commonly the most prosaic and trivial of facts. The universe seems bankrupt as soon as we begin to discuss the character of individuals. Our discourse all runs to slander, and our limits grow narrower as we advance. How is it that we are impelled to treat our old Friends so ill when we obtain new ones? The housekeeper says, I never had any new crockery in my life but I began to break the old. I say, let us speak of mushrooms and forest trees rather. Yet we can sometimes afford to remember them in private.

      Lately, alas, I knew a gentle boy,

       Whose features all were cast in Virtue's mould,

       As one she had designed for Beauty's toy,

       But after manned him for her own strong-hold.

       On every side he open was as day,

       That you might see no lack of strength within,

       For walls and ports do only serve alway

       For a pretence to feebleness and sin.

       Say not that Caesar was victorious,

       With toil and strife who stormed the House of Fame,

       In other sense this youth was glorious,

       Himself a kingdom wheresoe'er he came.

       No strength went out to get him victory,

       When all was income of its own accord;

       For where he went none other was to see,

       But all were parcel of their noble lord.

       He forayed like the subtile haze of summer,

       That stilly shows fresh landscapes to our eyes,

       And revolutions works without a murmur,

       Or rustling of a leaf beneath the skies.

       So was I taken unawares by this,

       I quite forgot my homage to confess;

       Yet now am forced to know, though hard it is,

       I might have loved him had I loved him less.

       Each moment as we nearer drew to each,

       A stern respect withheld us farther yet,

       So that we seemed beyond each other's reach,

       And less acquainted than when first we met.

       We two were one while we did sympathize,

       So could we not the simplest bargain drive;

       And what avails it now that we are wise,

       If absence doth this doubleness contrive?

       Eternity may not the chance repeat,

       But I must tread my single way alone,

       In sad remembrance that we once did meet,

       And know that bliss irrevocably gone.

       The spheres henceforth my elegy shall sing,

       For elegy has other subject none;

       Each strain of music in my ears shall ring

       Knell of departure from that other one.

       Make haste and celebrate my tragedy;

       With fitting strain resound ye woods and fields;

       Sorrow is dearer in such case to me

       Than all the joys other occasion yields.

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      Is't then too late the damage to repair?

       Distance, forsooth, from my weak grasp hath reft

       The empty husk, and clutched the useless tare,

       But in my hands the wheat and kernel left.

       If I but love that virtue which he is,

       Though it be scented in the morning air,

       Still shall we be truest acquaintances,

       Nor mortals know a sympathy more rare.

      Friendship is evanescent in every man's experience, and remembered like heat lightning in past summers. Fair and flitting like a summer cloud;—there is always some vapor in the air, no matter how long the drought; there are even April showers. Surely from time to time, for its vestiges never depart, it floats through our atmosphere. It takes place, like vegetation in so many materials, because there is such a law, but always without permanent form, though ancient and familiar as the sun and moon, and as sure to come again. The heart is forever inexperienced. They silently gather as by magic, these never failing, never quite deceiving visions, like the bright and fleecy clouds in the calmest and clearest days. The Friend is some fair floating isle of palms eluding the mariner in Pacific seas. Many are the dangers to be encountered, equinoctial gales and coral reefs, ere he may sail before the constant trades. But who would not sail through mutiny and storm, even over Atlantic waves, to reach the fabulous retreating shores of some continent man? The imagination still clings to the faintest tradition of

      THE ATLANTIDES.

      The smothered streams of love, which flow

       More bright than Phlegethon, more low,

       Island us ever, like the sea,

       In an Atlantic mystery.

       Our fabled shores none ever reach,

       No mariner has found our beach,

       Scarcely our mirage now is seen,

       And neighboring waves with floating green,

       Yet still the oldest charts contain

       Some dotted outline of our main;

       In ancient times midsummer days

       Unto the western islands' gaze,

       To Teneriffe and the Azores,

       Have shown our faint and cloud-like shores.

      But sink not yet, ye desolate isles,

       Anon your coast with commerce smiles,

       And richer freights ye'll furnish far

       Than Africa or Malabar.

       Be fair, be fertile evermore,

       Ye rumored but untrodden shore,

       Princes and monarchs will contend

       Who first unto your land shall send,

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