Quotes About Nature

A God without dominion, providence, and final causes, is nothing else but fate and nature.

True wit is nature to advantage dressed, / What oft was thought, but ne'er so well expressed.

Give me again my hollow tree,A crust of bread, and liberty.

Behold the child, by Nature's kindly law,Pleas'd with a rattle, tickled with a straw:Some livelier plaything gives his youth delight,A little louder, but as empty quite:Scarfs, garters, gold, amuse his riper stage,And beads and prayer books are the toys of age!Pleas'd with this bauble still, as that before;Till tir'd he sleeps, and life's poor play is o'er.

I've often wish'd that I had clear,For life, six hundred pounds a year;A handsome house to lodge a friend,A river at my garden's end,A terrace walk, and half a roodOf land set out to plant a wood.

Eye Nature's walks, shoot folly as it flies,And catch the manners living as they rise:Laugh where we must, be candid where we can;But vindicate the ways of God to man.

Now warm in love, now with'ring in my bloom,Lost in a convent's solitary gloom!

Nature and nature's laws lay hid in the night. God said, Let Newton be! and all was light!

Slave to no sect, who takes no private road,But looks through Nature up to Nature's God.

Here hills and vales, the woodland and the plain,Here earth and water seem to strive again,Not chaos-like together crush'd and bruis'd,But, as the world, harmoniously confus'd:Where order in variety we see,And where, though all things differ, all agree.

And binding Nature fast in fate,Left free the human will.

Lo, the poor Indian! whose untutor'd mindSees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind;His soul proud Science never taught to strayFar as the solar walk or milky way;Yet simple nature to his hope has giv'n,Behind the cloud-topp'd hill, an humbler heav'n.

Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food,And licks the hand just rais'd to shed his blood.

Lo! The poor Indian, whose untutored mind sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind.

Unlearn'd, he knew no schoolman's subtle art,No language, but the language of the heart.

Men, some to business, some to pleasure take;But ev'ry woman is at heart a rake.

The learned is happy, nature to explore The fool is happy, that he knows no more.

Extremes in nature equal ends produce In man they join to some mysterious use.

Behold the child, by Nature's kindly law pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw.

Where'er you walk, cool gales shall fan the glade,Trees, where you sit, shall crowd into a shade:Where'er you tread, the blushing flow'rs shall rise,And all things flourish where you turn your eyes.

Ye flowers that drop, forsaken by the spring, Ye birds that, left by summer, cease to sing, Ye trees that fade, when Autumn heats remove, Say, is not absence death to those who love?

All nature is but art, unknown to thee;All chance, direction which thou canst not see;All discord, harmony not understood;All partial evil, universal good;And, spite of pride, in erring reason's spite,One truth is clear, Whatever is, is right.

Some are bewilder'd in the maze of schools,And some made coxcombs nature meant but fools.

The way of the Creative works through change and transformation, so that each thing receives its true nature and destiny and comes into permanent accord with the Great Harmony: this is what furthers and what perseveres.