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Quotes About Nature

Tentamos achar nas coisas, que por isso nos são preciosas, o reflexo que nossa alma projetou sobre elas, e desiludimo-nos ao verificar que as coisas parecem desprovidas, na natureza, do encanto que deviam, em nosso pensamento, à vizinhança de certas ideias.
~ Marcel Proust
Wild above rule or art, enormous bliss.
~ John Milton
The stars, that nature hung in heaven, and filled their lamps with everlasting oil, give due light to the misled and lonely traveler.
~ John Milton
That day I oft remember, when from sleep I first awaked, and found myself reposed, Under a shade, on flowers, much wondering where And what I was, whence thither brought, and how.
~ John Milton
He left it in thy power, ordaind thy will By nature free, not over-rul'd by Fate Inextricable, or strict necessity;
~ John Milton
How can I live without thee, how forgoe Thy sweet Converse and Love so dearly joyn'd, To live again in these wilde Woods forlorn? Should God create another Eve, and I Another Rib afford, yet loss of thee Would never from my heart; no no, I feel The Link of Nature draw me: Flesh of Flesh, Bone of my Bone thou art, and from thy State Mine never shall be parted, bliss or woe.
~ John Milton
Sabrina fair Listen where thou art sitting Under the glassie, cool, translucent wave, In twisted braids of Lillies knitting The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair, Listen for dear honour's sake, Goddess of the silver lake, Listen and save.
~ John Milton
From morn to noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve, a summer's day; and with the setting sun dropped from the zenith like a falling star.
~ John Milton
And on their naked limbs the flowry roof/Show'r'd Rose, which the Morn repair'd.
~ John Milton
No man [...] can be so stupid to deny that all men naturally were born free, being the image and resemblance of God himself.
~ John Milton
Their rising all at once was as the sound Of thunder heard remote.
~ John Milton
Listen where thou art sitting Under the glassie, cool, translucent wave, In twisted braids of Lillies knitting The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair
~ John Milton
Thou therefore on these Herbs, and Fruits, and Flow'rs Feed first, on each Beast next, and Fish, and Fowl, No homely morsels, and whatever thing The Scyth of Time mows down, devour unspar'd, Till I in Man residing through the Race, His thoughts, his looks, words, actions all infect, And season him thy last and sweetest prey.
~ John Milton
To morrow to fresh Woods, and Pastures new.
~ John Milton
Thither he bent his way, determined there to rest at noon; and entered soon the shade high roofed, and walks beneath, and alleys brown, That opened in the midst a woody scene; Nature's own work it seemed, Nature-taught Art
~ John Milton
But now at last the sacred influence Of light appears, and rom the walls of Heav'n Shoots far into the bosom of dim Night A glimmering dawn; here Nature first begins her farthest verge, and Chaos to retire As from her outmost works a broken foe With tumult less and with less hostile din
~ John Milton
Thee, Sion, and the flowery brooks beneath, That wash thy hallowed feet and warbling flow, Nightly I visit.
~ John Milton
Rose out of Chaos:
~ John Milton
Earth felt the wound, and Nature from her seat Sighing through all her Works gave signs of woe, That all was lost.
~ John Milton
Forth reaching to the fruit, she plucked, she ate: Earth felt the wound, and Nature from her seat Sighing through all her works gave signs of woe, That all was lost.
~ John Milton
The link of Nature draw me, flesh of flesh, Bone of my bone, thou art, and from thy state Mine never shall be parted
~ John Milton
As one who long in populous city pent, Where houses thick and sewers annoy the air, Forth issuing on a summer's morn, to breathe Among the pleasant villages and farms Adjoined, from each thing met conceives delight;
~ John Milton
The Earth was form'd, but in the Womb as yet   Of Waters, Embryon immature involv'd,   Appeer'd not: over all the face of Earth   Main Ocean flow'd, not idle, but with warme   Prolific humour soft'ning all her Globe,   Fermented the great Mother to conceave,   Satiate with genial moisture, when God said   Be gather'd now ye Waters under Heav'n   Into one place, and let dry Land appeer.
~ John Milton
Least total darkness should by Night regaine   Her old possession, and extinguish life   In Nature and all things, which these soft fires   Not only enlighten, but with kindly heate   Of various influence foment and warme,   Temper or nourish, or in part shed down   Thir stellar vertue on all kinds that grow   On Earth, made hereby apter to receive   Perfection from the Suns more potent Ray.
~ John Milton