...earliest youth. In his essay on "Nature" we find these words: "Crossing a bare common in snow puddles at twilight, under a clouded sky, without having in...good fortune, I have enjoyed a perfect exhilaration. All mean egotism vanishes. I become a transparent eyeball; I am nothing; I see all ; the currents of...

...fourcorner that would emulate Boston. For God is not far from each one of us. Emerson put it thus: "Crossing a bare common in snow-puddles, at twilight...exhilaration. Almost I fear to think how glad I am." There are many things which should be emphasized in these difficult times, many things which should...

...IN good health, the air is a cordial of incredible virtue. Crossing a bare common, in snow puddles, at twilight, under a clouded sky, without having in...good fortune, I have enjoyed a perfect exhilaration. I am glad to the brink of fear. Ibid. ROSES and violets renew their race like oaks, and flights of...

...occurrence of special good fortune, I have enjoyed a perfect exhilaration. I am glad to the brink of fear. In the woods too, a man casts off his years, as the...snake his slough, and at what period soever of life, always is a child. In the woods, is perpetual youth. Within these plantations of God, a decorum and...

...life-currents absorbed by what is given. "Crossing a bare common," says Emerson, "in snow puddles, at twilight, under a clouded sky, without having in...good fortune, I have enjoyed a perfect exhilaration. I am glad to the brink of fear." Life is always worth living, if one have such responsive sensibilities....

...In good health, the air is a cordial of incredible virtue. Crossing a bare common, in snow puddles, at twilight, under a clouded sky, without having in...good fortune, I have enjoyed a perfect exhilaration. I am glad to the brink of fear. In the woods, too, a man casts off his years, as the snake his slough,...

...In good health, the air is a cordial of incredible virtue. Crossing a bare common, in snow puddles, I am glad to the brink of fear. In the woods, too, a man casts off his years, as the snake his slough,...

...life-currents absorbed by what is given. "Crossing a bare common," says Emerson, "in snow puddles, at twilight, under a clouded sky, without having in...good fortune, I have enjoyed a perfect exhilaration. I am glad to the brink of fear." Life is always worth living, if one have such responsive sensibilities....

...Emerson's famous passage appears in his 1836 essay Nature: "Crossing a bare common, in snow puddles, at twilight, under a clouded sky, without having in...my thoughts any occurrence of special good fortune, 1 have enjoyed perfect exhilaration. 1 am glad to the brink of fear. ... all mean egotism vanishes....

...unfortunate consequences for any mere earthly attachments: "Crossing a bare common, in snow puddles, at twilight, under a clouded sky, without having in...good fortune, I have enjoyed a perfect exhilaration. I am glad to the brink of fear .... I become a transparent eye-ball; I am nothing; I see all; the currents...