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Each is like a river that leaves behind its name and shape, the whole course of its path, to vanish read more
Each is like a river that leaves behind its name and shape, the whole course of its path, to vanish into the vast sea of God.
Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds,
Exhilarate the spirit, and restore
The tone of languid Nature.
Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds,
Exhilarate the spirit, and restore
The tone of languid Nature.
Nature is full of infinite causes that have never occurred in experience.
Nature is full of infinite causes that have never occurred in experience.
For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes the read more
For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes the still, sad music of humanity.
Ah, summer, what power you have to make us suffer and like it.
Ah, summer, what power you have to make us suffer and like it.
Nature does not complete things. She is chaotic. Man must finish, and he does so by making a garden and read more
Nature does not complete things. She is chaotic. Man must finish, and he does so by making a garden and building a wall.
Everything in Nature contains all the powers of Nature. Everything is made of hidden stuff.
Everything in Nature contains all the powers of Nature. Everything is made of hidden stuff.
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where read more
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes. By the deep sea, and music in its roars; I love not man the less, but nature more.
That man's best works should be such bungling imitations of Nature's infinite perfection, matters not much; but that he should read more
That man's best works should be such bungling imitations of Nature's infinite perfection, matters not much; but that he should make himself an imitation, this is the fact which Nature moans over, and deprecates beseechingly. Be spontaneous, be truthful, be free, and thus be individuals! is the song she sings through warbling birds, and whispering pines, and roaring waves, and screeching winds.