Quotes About Nature

I must go seek some dew drops here,And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.

The weariest and most loathed worldly lifeThat age, ache, penury, and imprisonmentCan lay on nature is a paradiseTo what we fear of death.

And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in everything.

Since once I sat upon a promontory,And heard a mermaid on a dolphin's backUttering such dulcet and harmonious breath,That the rude sea grew civil at her song,And certain stars shot madly from their spheresTo hear the sea-maid's music.

Put out the light, and then put out the light:If I quench thee, thou flaming minister,I can again thy former light restore,Should I repent me; but once put out thy light,Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature,I know not where is that Promethean heatThat can thy light relume.

Over hill, over dale,Thorough bush, thorough brier,Over park, over pale,Thorough flood, thorough fire.

Refrain tonight;And that shall lend a kind of easinessTo the next abstinence: the next more easy;For use almost can change the stamp of nature.

Nature in you stands on the very vergeOf her confine.

Nature hath fram'd strange fellows in her time.

He makes a July's day short as December.

Blow, blow, thou Winter Wind, Thou art not so unkind, as Man's Ingratitude...

Diana's foresters, gentlemen of the shade, minions of the moon.

These trees shall be my books.

The green mantle of the standing pool.

Is there any cause in nature that makes these hard hearts?

See, where she comes apparell'd like the spring.

But thy eternal summer shall not fade.

To be a well-favored man is the gift of fortune; but to write and read comes by nature.

Tigers, not daughters.

I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows,Where oxlips and the nodding violet growsQuite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine:There sleeps Titania some time of the night,Lull'd in these flowers with dances and delight;And there the snake throws her enamell'd skin,Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in.

Make me a willow cabin at your gate,And call upon my soul within the house.

Fear no more the heat o' the sun,Nor the furious winter's rages;Thou thy worldly task hast done,Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages;Golden lads and girls all must,As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.

God made him, and therefore let him pass for a man.

When I have seen by Time's fell hand defacedThe rich proud cost of outworn buried age,When sometime lofty towers I see down-rasedAnd brass eternal slave to mortal rage;When I have seen the hungry ocean gainAdvantage on the kingdom of the shore,And the firm soil win of the wat'ry main,Increasing store with loss and loss with store.