Henry David Thoreau
by Hein Van Den Heuvelr
by Daniel Carson
The Wisdom of Thoreau
From the Journal of Henry David Thoreau
Thoreau and the Art of Life
Reflections on Nature and the Mystery of Existence
Walden Then & Now
An Alphabetical Tour of Henry Thoreau's Pond
The Portable Thoreau
Walden and Civil Disobedience
Walden, or Life in the Woods
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of purity last night. The thoughts seemed not to originate with me, but
I was invested, my thought was tinged, by another's thought. It was not
I that originated, but I that entertained the thought.
The river is getting to be too cold for bathing. There
are comparatively few weeds left in it.
It is not in vain, perhaps, that every winter the forest is brought to our doors, shaggy with lichens. Even in so humble a shape as a wood-pile, it contains sermons for us.
P.M. To Ministerial Swamp.
The small cottony leaves of the fragrant everlasting in the fields for some time, protected, as it were, by a little web of cotton against frost and snow - a little dense web of cotton spun over it, entangled in it - as if to restrain it from rising higher.
The increasing scarlet and yellow tints around the meadows and river remind me of the opening of a vast flower-bud; they are the petals of its corolla, which is of the width of the valleys. It is the flower of autumn, whose expanding bud just begins to blush. As yet, however, in the forest there are very few changes of foliage.
The Polygonum articulatum, giving a rosy tinge to Jenny's Desert and elsewhere, is very interesting now, with its slender dense racemes of rose-tinted flowers, apparently without leaves, rising cleanly out of the sand. It looks warm and brave; a foot or more high, and mingled with deciduous blue-curls. It is much divided, into many spreading slender-seemed branches, with inconspicuous linear leaves, reminding me, both by its form and its color, of a peach orchard in blossom, especially when the sunlight falls on it.
The tree fern is in fruit now, with its delicate, tendril-like fruit climbing three or four feet over the asters, goldenrods, etc., on the edge of the swamp. The large ferns are yellow or brown now. Larks, like robins, fly in flocks. Dogsbane leaves a clear yellow.
Succory in bloom at the Tommy Wheeler house. It bears the frost well, though we have not had much. Set out for use. The Gnaphalium plantaginifolium leaves, green above, downy beneath..
September 26, 1852
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