...human neighborhood insignificant, and I have never thought of them since. Every little pine needle expanded and swelled with sympathy and befriended...thought no place could ever be strange to me again. — " Mourning untimely consumes the sad; Few are their days in the land of the living. Beautiful daughter...

...presence of something kindred to me, even in scenes which we are accustomed to call wild and drear)-, and also that the nearest of blood to me and humanest...thought no place could ever be strange to me again. — " Mourning untimely consumes the sad ; Few are their days in the land of the living, Beautiful...

...human neighborhood insignificant, and I have never thought of them since. Every little pine needle expanded and swelled with sympathy and befriended...thought no place could ever be strange to me again. [From Walden, chapter 5, " Solitude."] IMMORTALITY How long shall we sit in our porticoes practising...

...heart in tune," is well illustrated in Thoreau's companionship with her: "Every little pine needle expanded and swelled with sympathy, and befriended...thought no place could ever be strange to me again. . Why should I be lonely ? Is not our planet in the Milky Way?"1 Here is the beginning of that feeling...

...human neighborhood insignificant, and I have never thought of them since. Every little pine needle expanded and swelled with sympathy and befriended...thought no place could ever be strange to me again. [From Walden, chapter 5, " Solitude."] IMMORTALITY How long shall we sit in our porticoes practising...

...human neighborhood insignificant, and I have never thought of them since. Every little pine needle expanded and swelled with sympathy and befriended...thought no place could ever be strange to me again. " Mourning untimely consumes the sad ; Few are their days in the land of the living, Beautiful daughter...

...human neighborhood insignificant, and I have never thought of them since. Every little pine needle expanded and swelled with sympathy and befriended...thought no place could ever be strange to me again. " Mourning untimely consumes the sad ; Few are their days in the land of the living, Beautiful daughter...

...sympathy and befriended me. I was so distinctly made aware of the presence of something kindred to me, that I thought no place could ever be strange to me again." • In the Christian consciousness this sense of the enveloping friendliness becomes most personal...

...human neighbourhood insignificant, and I have never thought of them since. Every little pine needle expanded and swelled with sympathy, and befriended...thought no place could ever be strange to me again. " Mourning untimely consumes the sad ; Few are their days in the land of the living, Beautiful daughter...

...befriended me. I was so distinctly made aware of the presence of something kindred to me, even in the scenes which we are accustomed to call wild and dreary,...thought no place could ever be strange to me again. Some of my pleasantest hours were during the long rain storms in the spring and fall, which confined...