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When one tugs at a single thing in nature, he finds it attached to the rest of the world.
When one tugs at a single thing in nature, he finds it attached to the rest of the world.
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.
We do not see nature with our eyes, but with our understandings and our hearts.
We do not see nature with our eyes, but with our understandings and our hearts.
Nature, like man, sometimes weeps from gladness.
Nature, like man, sometimes weeps from gladness.
There is not a sprig of grass that shoots uninteresting to me.
There is not a sprig of grass that shoots uninteresting to me.
Wherever you go, no matter what the weather, always bring your own sunshine.
Wherever you go, no matter what the weather, always bring your own sunshine.
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.
Go forth under the open sky, and list
To Nature's teachings.
Go forth under the open sky, and list
To Nature's teachings.
Plants are the young of the world, vessels of health and vigor; but they grope ever upward towards consciousness; the read more
Plants are the young of the world, vessels of health and vigor; but they grope ever upward towards consciousness; the trees are imperfect men, and seem to bemoan their imprisonment, rooted in the ground.