Quotes About Nature

It seemed inconceivable, but during the morning hours the wind actually rose

close to 80 knots out of the southwest

craggy peak off the port bow. It was Annenkov Island

The weather continued to deteriorate, which seemed hardly possible.

Each dog in turn was taken off his trace and led behind a row of large ice hummocks.

dead ahead were two inviting glaciers which held the promise of ice to be melted into water.

then raised their heads and uttered a series of weird, mournful, dirgelike cries.

Thousands of penguins dotted the pack in every direction

The Adélie, however, is a small and not very meaty bird

Then, on March 9, they felt the swell—the undeniable, unmistakable rise and fall of the ocean.

Finner, humpback, and huge blue whales, some of them a hundred feet long

They thought of home, naturally, but there was no burning desire to be in civilization for its own sake. Worsley recorded: "Waking on a fine morning I feel a great longing for the smell of dewy wet grass and flowers of a Spring morning in New Zealand or England. One has very few other longings for civilization—good bread and butter, Munich beer, Coromandel rock oysters, apple pie and Devonshire cream are pleasant reminiscences rather than longings.

This, then, was the Drake Passage, the most dreaded bit of ocean on the globe—and rightly so. Here nature has been given a proving ground on which to demonstrate what she can do if left alone. The results are impressive.

This, then, was the Drake Passage, the most dreaded bit of ocean on the globe—and rightly so. Here nature has been given a proving ground on which to demonstrate what she can do if left alone. The

be made of the wind's actual speed

I come from haunts of coot and hern,I make a sudden sallyAnd sparkle out among the fern,To bicker down a valley.

Nature, red in tooth and claw.

The woods decay, the woods decay and fall,The vapors weep their burthen to the ground,Man comes and tills the field and lies beneath,And after many a summer dies the swan.

In the spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.

I do but sing because I must,And pipe but as the linnets sing.

Flower in the crannied wall,I pluck you out of the crannies,I hold you here, root and all, in my hand,Little flower—but if I could understandWhat you are, root and all, and all in all,I should know what God and man is.

And from his ashes may be madeThe violet of his native land.

And out of darkness came the hands that reach thro' nature, moulding men.

And the kindly earth shall slumber, lapp'd in universal law.