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Percy Bysshe Shelley
Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh, hear!
O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn’s being,
I am the daughter of Earth and Water,
That orbèd maiden, with white fire laden,
A widow bird sat mourning for her love
A pardlike Spirit, beautiful and swift.
Júlio César
His life was gentle, and the elements
It is the bright day that brings forth the adder.
Walter Scott
If thou would’st view fair Melrose aright,
Delmore Schwartz
The heavy bear who goes with me,
John Ruskin
Mountains are the beginning and the end of all natural scenery.
Christina Rossetti
In the bleak mid-winter
Come to me in the silence of the night;
Arthur Rimbaud
… Je me suis baigné dans le Poème
Ô saisons, ô châteaux!
François Rabelais
Nature abhors a vacuum.
Ezra Pound
The ant’s a centaur in his dragon world.
Pull down thy VANITY
Alexander Pope
All gardening is landscape-painting.
Behold the child, by Nature’s kindly law
All nature is but art, unknown to thee;
All are but parts of one stupendous whole,