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There is nothing in a caterpillar that tells you it's going to be a butterfly.
There is nothing in a caterpillar that tells you it's going to be a butterfly.
For the nature of women is closely allied to art
For the nature of women is closely allied to art
Not without art, but yet to Nature true.
Not without art, but yet to Nature true.
Nature, exerting an unwearied power,
Forms, opens, and gives scent to every flower;
Spreads the fresh verdure read more
Nature, exerting an unwearied power,
Forms, opens, and gives scent to every flower;
Spreads the fresh verdure of the field, and leads
The dancing Naiads through the dewy meads.
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.
Except during the nine months before he draws his first breath, no man manages his affairs as well as a read more
Except during the nine months before he draws his first breath, no man manages his affairs as well as a tree does.
There are mystically in our faces certain characters which carry in them the motto of our souls, wherin he that read more
There are mystically in our faces certain characters which carry in them the motto of our souls, wherin he that cannot read A, B, C may read our natures.
Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer's day, listening to the read more
Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer's day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time.
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.