Quotes About Nature

The Hills erect their purple heads, The Rivers lean to see— Yet Man has not, of all the throng, A curiosity.

Our summer made her light escape into the beautiful.

Oh the Earth was made for lovers

Are nothing to the bee; His separation from his rose To him seems misery.

I never saw a Moor - I never saw the Sea - Yet know I how the Heather looks And what a Billow be. I never spoke with God Nor visited in Heaven - Yet certain am I of the spot As if the Checks were given -

Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

The wind does, working like a hand Whose fingers brush the sky

And birds take places overhead, To bear them orchestra

T was such a greedy, greedy wave That licked it from the coast;

And the snows come hurrying from the hills

These are the days when skies put on The old, old sophistries of June, — A blue and gold mistake. Oh, fraud that cannot cheat the bee

bright crowds of flowers

Bashful, sip thy jasmines, As the fainting bee

The night was wide, and furnished scant With but a single star, That often as a cloud it met Blew out itself for fear. The wind pursued the little bush

TO my quick ear the leaves conferred; The bushes they were bells; I could not find a privacy From Nature's sentinels. In cave if I presumed to hide, The walls began to tell; Creation seemed a mighty crack To make me visible.

The Sunrise—Sire—compelleth Me— Because He's Sunrise—and I see— Therefore—Then— I love Thee—

Come le donne le foglie si scambiano confidenze acute. A volte sono cenni, a volte illazioni portentose.

I don't know which it is - I only know that when you shall come back again, the Earth will seem more beautiful, and bigger than it does now, and the blue sky from the window will be all dotted with gold - though it may not be evening, or time for the stars to come.

The cricket sang, And set the sun

The low grass loaded with the dew

How a small dusk crawls on the village

The murmur of a bee

Until the daffodil Unties her yellow bonnet