..." consciousness " ferment. Every morning he bathed. He cultivated about two-and-a-half acres, and " when my hoe tinkled against the stones that music...woods and the sky, and was an accompaniment to my labour which yielded an instant and immeasurable crop." He took long walks in all weathers, and in...

...it was agriculture and mysticism combined to which he was devoting his bodily and mental energies. "When my hoe tinkled against the stones, that music...woods and the sky, and was an accompaniment to my labour which yielded an instant and immeasurable crop." What matter if, when the pecuniary gains and...

...by the sun; and also bits of pottery and glass brought hither by the recent cultivators of the soil. When my hoe tinkled against the stones, that music...an instant and immeasurable crop. It was no longer b'jans that I hoed, nor I that hoed beans; and I remembered with as much pity as pride, if I remembered...

...with beans, and hoe them barefoot. He makes us feel that the occupation yields a " classic result. " "When my hoe tinkled against the stones, that music echoed to the woods and the sky, &nd was an accompaniment to my labor which yielded an instant and immeasurable crop. It was no longer...

...by the sun, and also bits of pottery and glass brought hither by the recent cultivators of the soil. When my hoe tinkled against the stones, that music...woods and the sky, and was an accompaniment to my labour which yielded an instant and immeasurable crop. It was no longer beans that I hoed nor I that...

...by the sun, and also bits of pottery and glass brought hither by the recent cultivators of the soil. When my hoe tinkled against the stones, that music echoed to the woods and the skyTand was an accompaniment to my labor which yielded an instant and immeasurable crop. It was no...

...seventeenth century — found his most exquisite pleasure in hoeing a patch of beans by Walden pond? Then when " my hoe tinkled against the stones, that music...woods and the sky, and was an accompaniment to my labours which yielded an instant and immeasurable crop." That patch of beans in Walden wood ! A golden...

...with bean suppers. As for growing mere beans — listen to Thoreau. He is out in his patch at Walden. "When my hoe tinkled against the stones, that music...longer beans that I hoed, nor I that hoed beans." Who was it, do you suppose, that hoed ? And, if not beans, what was it that he hoed? Well, poems for...

...London & New York-I with other farmers of NE devoted to field-labor When my hoe tinkled on a stone it was no longer beans that I hoed nor I that hoed beans.- By such sugar plums they tempt us to live this life of man-however mean and trivial another-the imbodiment...

...ineffable but obvious meaning. His life becomes, as he says when speaking of his own farming, a parable: When my hoe tinkled against the stones, that music...my acquaintances who had gone to the city to attend oratorios. . . . Not that I wanted beans to eat, because I am by nature a Pythagorean, so far as beans...