At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still
And mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove,
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At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still
And mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove,
When nought but the torrent is heard on the hill
And nought but the nightingale's song in the grove.

The sun, the moon and the stars would have disappeared long ago, had they happened to be within reach of read more

The sun, the moon and the stars would have disappeared long ago, had they happened to be within reach of predatory human hands.

Look deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better.

Look deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better.

Just living is not enough... One must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.

Just living is not enough... One must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.

In some mysterious way woods have never seemed to me to be static things. In physical terms, I move through read more

In some mysterious way woods have never seemed to me to be static things. In physical terms, I move through them; yet in metaphysical ones, they seem to move through me.

We cannot command nature except by obeying her.

We cannot command nature except by obeying her.

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.

I'm very gregarious, but I love being in the hills on my own.

I'm very gregarious, but I love being in the hills on my own.

Rain! whose soft architectural hands have power to cut stones, and chisel to shapes of grandeur the very mountains.

Rain! whose soft architectural hands have power to cut stones, and chisel to shapes of grandeur the very mountains.