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| Thoreau on Man & Nature, Peter Pauper Press, Mount Vernon - New York, 1960 |
"Every leaf and twig was this morning covered with a sparkling ice armor; even the grasses in exposed fields were hung with innumerable diamond pendants, which jingled merrily when brushed by the foot of the traveller. It was literally the wreck of jewels and the crash of gems...Such is beauty ever-neither here nor there, now nor then - neither in Rome nor in Athens, but wherever there is a soul to admire. If I seek her elsewhere because I do not find her at home, my seach will prove a fruitless one"
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