...chiefly at himself, Who can tell him what he is? Or how meet in human elf Coming and past eternities? And such I knew, a forest seer, A minstrel of the...Nature could not raise A plant in any secret place, In quaking bog, on snowy hill, Beneath the grass that shades the rill, Under the snow, between the...

...himself, — Who can tell him what he is? Or how meet in human elf Coming and past eternities? зо And such I knew, a forest seer, A minstrel of the...spheres and tides, A lover true, who knew by heart 35 Each joy the mountain dales impart; It seemed that Nature could not raise A plant in any secret...

...himself, — Who can tell him what he is ? 4» Or how meet in human elf Coming and past eternities ? 2 And such I knew, a forest seer, A minstrel of the...spheres and tides, A lover true, who knew by heart Bach joy the mountain dales impart ; It seemed that Nature could not raise A plant in any secret place,...

...Emersonian circle, Thoreau, to whom surely the lines in Emerson's " Wood Notes " must refer — " And snch I knew, a forest seer, A minstrel of the natural year,...nature could not raise A plant in any secret place, In quaking bog, on snowy hill, Beneath the grass that shades the rill, Under the snow, beneath the...

...prepare for English readers. He was Emerson's forest seer, A minstrel of the natural year, Koreteller of the vernal ides, Wise harbinger of spheres and...who knew by heart Each joy the mountain dales impart ; Though Concord has teen recognized as the literary centre of America, its society was far removed...

...qu'Emerson nous montre dans Woodnotes, A forest seer... A lover true, who knew by heart Each joy thé mountain dales impart ; It seemed that Nature could...not raise A plant in any secret place, But he would corne in thé very hour It opened in its virgin bower ; It seemed as if thé sparrows taught liim ;...

...England laudscape, flowers, wild birds and the breath of nature, all of which Emerson loved so much. " A lover true, who knew by heart Each joy the .mountain dales impart ; In unploughed Maine, he fought the lumberer's gang. Where from a hundred lakes young rivers sprang...

...him in a wonderfully exact way. " I knew a forest seer, A minstrel of the natural year. « * * * * It seemed that Nature could not raise A plant in any secret place, In quaking bog, on snowy hill, i Beneath the grass that shades the rill, V^ Under the snow, between...