Website review: The Blog of Henry David Thoreau
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•7 reviews since Jul 23, 2004
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KahlilaGibran rated 2 months ago- 5 A.M. To Island. Finger-cold and windy. The sweet-flags showed themselves about in their pads. Hear Maryland yellowthroat. Many grackles still in flocks singing on trees, male and female, the latter a very dark or black ash, but with silvery eye. I suspect the red-wings are building. Large white maples began to leaf yesterday, at least, generally; one now shows considerably across the river. The aspen is earlier. Viburnum dentatum yesterday leafed. Bass to-morrow (some shoots sheltered now). I'm not sure he's got the hang of blogging yet.
- 13andbored rated 3 months ago
He has a very peculiar, rather lofty writing style and I haven't a clue what he's on about. For instance . . . "I would fain make two reports in my Journal, first the incidents and observations of to-day; and by tomorrow I review the same and record what was omitted before, which will often be the most significant and poetic part. I do not know at first what it is that charms me. The men and things of to-day are wont to lie fairer and truer in tomorrow's memory." "I was so surprised by the fact which I have just endeavored to report that I have entirely forgotten what the particular observation was." *Scratches head*
- edwardbloom rated 17 months ago
- As I go along the edge of Hubbard's Wood, on the ice, it is very warm in the sun--and calm there. There are certain spots I could name, by hill and wood sides, which are always thus sunny and warm in fair weather, and have been, for aught I know, since the world was made. What a distinction they enjoy! How many memorable localities in a river walk! Here is the warm wood-side; next, the good fishing bay; and next, where the old settler was drowned when crossing on the ice a hundred years ago. It is all storied. I occasionally hear a musquash plunge under the ice next the shore. These winter days I occasionally hear the note of a goldfinch, or maybe a redpoll, unseen, passing high overhead. When you think that your walk is profitless and a failure, and you can hardly persuade yourself not to return, it is on the point of being a success, for then you are in that subdued and knocking mood to which Nature never fails to open.
- mdsea rated 19 months ago
- Like the others who have shared this page, I find it interesting, and worth sharing.
- omnifacient rated 26 months ago
- One to show to all the blogging naysayers. What we're doing has a long, rich history.
- induscrypt rated 31 months ago
- Thoreau's Blog! At first I thought it was an impersonator, then I was confused, then absolutely delighted! It's the big old man himself, a post for each day, though corresponding to different year (as appearing in his 14 volume journal.)
- Inez rated 36 months ago
- "There are meteorologists, but who keeps a record of the fairer sunsets? While men are recording the direction of the wind, they neglect to record the beauty of the sunset or the rainbow."
