"My books I'd fain cast off, I cannot read, 'Twixt every page my thoughts go stray at large Down in the meadow, where is richer feed, And will not mind to hit their proper targe."
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Anarchists from the United StatesAbolitionistsUnitarians from the United States19th-century poets from the United StatesLeft-libertarians
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"The Summer Rain", st. 1. The Dial (October 1842) p. 224
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Henry David Thoreau
1817 β 1862
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