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Lightning is the shorthand of a storm, and tells of chaos.
Lightning is the shorthand of a storm, and tells of chaos.
The counterfeit and counterpart of Nature is reproduced in art.
The counterfeit and counterpart of Nature is reproduced in art.
A flower falls, even though we love it; and a weed grows, even though we do not love it.
A flower falls, even though we love it; and a weed grows, even though we do not love it.
We cannot command nature except by obeying her.
We cannot command nature except by obeying her.
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.
Nature's great law, and law of all men's minds?--
To its own impulse every creature stirs;
Live read more
Nature's great law, and law of all men's minds?--
To its own impulse every creature stirs;
Live by thy light, and earth will live by hers!
Eagles come in all shapes and sizes, but you will recognize them chiefly by their attitudes.
Eagles come in all shapes and sizes, but you will recognize them chiefly by their attitudes.
And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, read more
And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.
I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of the summer. My bank of wild grass is majestic and full read more
I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of the summer. My bank of wild grass is majestic and full of music. It is a fire that solitude presses against my lips.