 | Henry David Thoreau - 1893 - 560 pages
...they. They never die, Nor snivel nor cry, Nor ask our pity With a wet eye. A sound estate they ever mend, To every asker readily lend ; To the ocean wealth,...cheer never ends, For all are their debtors, and all theirfriends. Concord River is remarkable for the gentleness of its current, which is scarcely percept!ble,... | |
 | Henry David Thoreau - 1893 - 560 pages
...they. They never die, Nor snivel nor cry, Nor ask onr pity With a wet eye. A sound estate they ever mend, To every asker readily lend ; To the ocean wealth,...strength, To the stars light, To the weary night, To the husy day, To the idle play ; And so their good cheer never ends, For all are their debtors, and all... | |
 | Annie Russell Marble - Literary Criticism - 1902 - 408 pages
...they. They never die, Nor snivel, nor cry, Nor ask onr pity With a wet eye. A sonnd estate they ever mend, To every asker readily lend ; To the ocean wealth, To the meadow health, To Time his length, To the rooks strength, To the stars light, To the weary night, To the busy day, To the idle play ; « And... | |
 | Henry David Thoreau - Merrimack River (N.H. and Mass.) - 1905 - 212 pages
...They never die, Nor snivel nor cry, For they have a lease of immortality. A sound estate forever they mend, To every asker readily lend, To the ocean, wealth,...health, To Time, his length, To the rocks, strength, 1 The four lines in italics are struck out by the author in the original. [139] To the stars, light,... | |
 | Franklin Benjamin Sanborn - Authors, American - 1917 - 610 pages
...find. They never die, Nor snivel nor cry, For they have leased Immortality. A sound estate forever they mend, — To every asker readily lend, — To the...ends, For all are their debtors and all their friends. This enigma is on a par with that concerning which Edward Watson, of Clark's Island, questioned Thoreau... | |
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The respectable folks, — Where dwell they? They whisper in the oaks, And they sigh in the hay; Summer and winter, night and day, Out on the meadow, there dwell they. They never die, Nor snivel nor cry, Nor ask our pity With a wet eye. A sound estate... 