Quotes About Nature

The Rainbow comes and goes,And lovely is the Rose.

Prophets of Nature, we to them will speakA lasting inspiration, sanctifiedBy reason, blest by faith: what we have loved,Others will love, and we will teach them how;Instruct them how the mind of man becomesA thousand times more beautiful than the earthOn which he dwells.

The youth, who daily farther from the eastMust travel, still is Nature's priest,And by the vision splendidIs on his way attended;At length the man perceives it die away,And fade into the light of common day.

Fair seedtime had my soul, and I grew upFostered alike by beauty and by fear.

Small service is true service while it lasts:Of humblest friends, bright creature! scorn not one:The daisy, by the shadow that it casts,Protects the lingering dewdrop from the sun.

The sounding cataractHaunted me like a passion: the tall rock,The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood,Their colors and their forms, were then to meAn appetite; a feeling and a love,That had no need of a remoter charm,By thought supplied, nor any interestUnborrowed from the eye.

And now I see with eye sereneThe very pulse of the machine.

An ampler ether, a diviner air.

O joy! that in our embersIs something that doth live,That nature yet remembersWhat was so fugitive!

Though nothing can bring back the hourOf splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower.

A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by, One after one; the sound of rain, and bees Murmuring; the fall of rivers, winds and seas, Smooth fields, white sheets of water, and pure sky; I have thought of all by turns, and yet do lie Sleepless!

Surprised by joy—impatient as the wind.

The sunshine is a glorious birth;But yet I know, where'er I go,That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.

Where lies the land to which yon ship must go?Fresh as a lark mounting at break of day,Festively she puts forth in trim array.

Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.

I listened, motionless and still And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more.

Once did she hold the gorgeous east in fee:And was the safeguard of the west.

Earth has not anything to show more fair:Dull would he be of soul who could pass byA sight so touching in its majesty.

A power is passing from the earth.

The clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober coloring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality.

Great God! I'd rather beA pagan suckled in a creed outworn;So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;Or hear old Triton blow his wreathèd horn.

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

Knowing that Nature never did betrayThe heart that loved her.

While with an eye made quiet by the powerOf harmony, and the deep power of joy,We see into the life of things.