He trotted down the yard as if it have been a matter in fact, or else as if he deserved all of it. I saw a terrier dog glance up and down the painted street earlier than he turned in at his grasp’s gate, and i wondered what he thought of those lit bushes, if they didn’t contact his philosophy or spirits, but I fear he had only his frequent doggish ideas after all. It’s monstrous when one cares however little about bushes, and far about Corinthian columns; yet this is exceedingly frequent. If I take up a handful of earth, nonetheless separately fascinating the particles may be, their relation to each other appears to be that of mere juxtaposition typically. There may be suggested something superior to any particle of matter in the idea or mind which makes use of and arranges the particles. It is the expression of an idea, development in line with a legislation, matter not dormant, not raw, however impressed, appropriated by spirit. Oct. 9, 1857. It has come to this, that the lover of art is one, and the lover of nature another, though true art is but the expression of our love of nature.
As a dewy morning in summer season, compared with a parched and sultry, languid one, so a frosty morning at this season in contrast with a merely dry or foggy one. Such is the data you get from anatomy as in contrast with that you may get from the dwelling creature. Lately you might say the yr is ripened like a fruit by frost, and places on the sensible tints of maturity, but not but the colour of decay. There was essentially the most intensely brilliant golden gentle on the west end of the street extending beneath the elms, and the very mud a quarter of a mile off was like gold mud. Oct. 10, 1857. This is the top of the sixth day of glorious weather, which I’m tempted to call the finest in the yr, so bright and serene the air, such a sheen from the earth, so good the foliage, so pleasantly warm (besides perhaps today, which is cooler), too heat for a thick coat, but not sultry nor oppressive, so ripe the season and our thoughts.
But a man of settled views, whose ideas are few and hardened like his bones, is truly mortal, and his only resource is to say his prayers. I see two blackbirds high overhead going south, however I’m going in my thoughts with these hazel blossoms. Oct. 9, 1858. I watch two marsh hawks which rise from the woods before me as I sit on the cliff, at first plunging at one another, step by step lifting themselves, as they arrive spherical of their gyrations, increased and better, and floating toward the southeast. Ever and anon will come the thought to mar our love, that change the theme but a hair’s breadth, and we shall be tragically unusual to one another. Nov. 27, 1853. Now a man will eat his coronary heart, if ever, now while the earth is naked, barren, and cheerless, and we have now the coldness of winter with out the number of ice and snow.
Will look at picking up additional volumes, if only to support the undertaking. Here I have been on what the world would name friendly phrases with one fourteen years, have pleased my imagination generally with loving him, and yet our hate is stronger than our love. I know not how it is that our distrust, our hate, is stronger than our love. We have no idea what hinders us from coming collectively, but after i consider what my pal’s relations and acquaintances are, what his tastes and habits, then the distinction between us gets named. I know a noble man; what’s it hinders me from understanding him better? There are various issues to point the renewing of spring at this season, the blossoming of spring flowers, not to mention the witch-hazel, the notes of spring birds, the springing of grain and grass and other plants. There’s simply not sufficient studies out there. We’d assist each other out at a moment’s notice with sleepovers and trips to the park. The autumn, then, is certainly a spring. Oct. 10, 1851. The air this morning is full of bluebirds, and once more it’s spring. Otis and Eric plan to attend the musical Hedwig and the Angry Inch in full costume for Eric’s birthday as part of a yearly tradition.