It was one of those perfect English autumnal days which occur more frequently in memory than in life.

It was one of those perfect English autumnal days which occur more frequently in memory than in life.

Poetry is a rich, full-bodied whistle, cracked ice crunching in pails, the night that numbs the leaf, the duel of read more

Poetry is a rich, full-bodied whistle, cracked ice crunching in pails, the night that numbs the leaf, the duel of two nightingales, the sweet pea that has run wild, Creation's tears in shoulder blades.

Everything is the product of one universal creative effort. There is nothing dead in Nature.

Everything is the product of one universal creative effort. There is nothing dead in Nature.

Nature is an endless combination and repetition of a very few laws. She hums the old well-known air through innumerable read more

Nature is an endless combination and repetition of a very few laws. She hums the old well-known air through innumerable variations.

The grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere; the dew is never dried all at once; a shower read more

The grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere; the dew is never dried all at once; a shower is forever falling; vapor is ever rising. Eternal sunrise, eternal dawn and gloaming, on sea and continents and islands, each in its turn, as the round earth rolls.

The poetry of the earth is never dead.

The poetry of the earth is never dead.

Words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within.

Words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within.

Summer makes me drowsy. Autumn makes me sing. Winter's pretty lousy, but I hate Spring.

Summer makes me drowsy. Autumn makes me sing. Winter's pretty lousy, but I hate Spring.

Ocean: A body of water occupying about two-thirds of a world made for man - who has no gills.rn

Ocean: A body of water occupying about two-thirds of a world made for man - who has no gills.rn