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Henry David ThoreauHenry David Thoreau (July 12, 1817 - May 6, 1862) was a noted American author and philosopher who is most famous for Walden[?] and his treatise on civil disobedience. He was born in Concord, Massachusetts and graduated from Harvard in 1837. Hailed by some as the first environmentalist, Thoreau was a profound philosopher on the human condition. His essay Civil Disobedience was inspirational for Tolstoy and Mohandas Gandhi. Walden[?] published in 1854, details two years and two months lived in the second growth forest around the shores of beautiful Walden Pond, not far from his friends and family in Concord. Thoreau embarked on the two-year experiment in simple living on July 4, 1845. At various times, Thoreau earned a living as a teacher or a labourer, and by working at his family's pencil factory. He also invented a machine which simplified production while cutting manufacturing costs. He was a student and friend of Ralph Waldo Emerson and a Transcendentalist[?]. Thoreau traveled to Cape Cod, Agiokochuk[?], and Mt. Katahdin in Maine. The trips to Maine included Ktaadn, Chesuncook and The East Branch (Penobscot River). Thoreau died in the city of his birth, Concord, and below is a picture of Thoreau's grave in Sleepy Hollow Cemetery (not the famous Sleepy Hollow Cemetery) of Concord, Massachusetts:
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To rouse his wrath the story quite sufficed;
Howe'er to dupe him was an easy lot;
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Half dead with cold, the falc'ner slyly stole,
Time, place, and disposition, all combined
When our expert gallant had with the dame,
Though forced at length to quit the loving lass,
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With full intent to see if thou wert true;
To plunge in luxuries pronounced divine.
To guard thy honour I will persevere.
Thou wanton baggage with unblushing face,
And then thy husband of the fact advise.
THE fierce harangue o'er Square-toes pleasure spread,
O gracious Lord! to thee my thanks are due--
But presently he felt upon his back
Who soundly basted him as on he ran,
Had not, at cudgelling, been quite so stout;
And with his actions could such prudence blend,
And quickly to his wife in bed he flew,
Were we, cried he, a hundred years to last,
A man so faithful, and so well inclined.
And you and I'll regard him during life.
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