See, winter comes, to rule the varied year. Thomson Come, gentle spring! ethereal mildness, come! Thomson Autumn nodding o'er the yellow plain. Thomson These, as they change, Almighty Father! these I care not, Fortune, what you me deny : You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Thomson Through which Aurora shows her brightening face. Happy the man who tills his field, Content with rustic labor; Earth does to him her fulness yield, Hap what may to his neighbor. Thomson Well days, sound nights, oh! can there be A life more rational and free? The sky is a drinking-cup, That was overturned of old, And it pours in the eyes of men Its wine of airy gold. We drink that wine all day, R. H. Stoddard Till the last drop is drained up, By the jewels in the cup. R. H. Stoadard You will find something far greater in the woods than you will find in books. Stones and trees will teach you that which you will never learn from masters. St. Bernard The heavens and the earth are one flower; the earth is the calyx, the heavens the corolla. Nature is God's Old Testament. Thoreau Theodore Parker Darkness is fled. Now flowers unfold their beauties to the sun, and, blushing, kiss the beam he sends to wake them. R. Brinsley Sheridan The glorious lamp of heaven, the radiant sun, is Nature's eye. John Dryden Nature, exerting an unwearied power, Cowper The stars are preachers of beauty, which light the world with their admonishing smile. Teach me your mood, O patient stars! Emerson Emerson Flowers are words that even a babe may understand. Bishop Coxe The dew waits for no voice to call it to the sun. Joseph Parker Day by day the happy wild-flowers Lift their heads to the sun's warm glow, Gratefully drink the cooling showers, Rocked by the wind, sway to and fro; Children dear, if our lives are loving, Full of the buttercup's sunny cheer, - How cheery are the mariners, Those lovers of the sea! Caro A. Dugan Their hearts are like the yesty waves, As bounding and as free. They whistle when the storm-bird wheels In circles round the mast, And sing when, deep in foam, the ship A life on the ocean wave, Park Benjamin A home on the rolling deep, A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, Epes Sargent And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast. Allan Cunningham The flowers are but earth vivified. Lamartine What a desolate place would be a world without a flower! It would be a face without a smile, a feast without a welcome. Are not flowers the stars of the earth, and are not our stars the flowers of heaven? Mrs. Balfour Flowers, leaves, fruit, are the air-woven children of light. Moleschott A moss-rose is beautiful because it is bordered; it is a landscape seen through trees. Sylvester Judd The sentinel stars set their watch in the sky. Heaven's ebon vault, Studded with stars, unutterably bright, Campbell Through which the moon's unclouded grandeur rolls, Seems like a canopy which Love has spread To curtain her sleeping world. The Sea is a jovial comrade, He laughs wherever he goes; His merriment shines in the dimpling lines That wrinkle his hale repose ; He lays himself down at the feet of the Sun, Shelley And the broad-backed billows fall faint on the shore, In the mirth of the mighty Sea. Bayard Taylor Fair seem these wintry days, and soon And hither urge the bluebird's wing. And all about, the softening air The old, assuring miracle Is fresh as heretofore; And earth takes up its parable Of life from death once more. Whittier Whittier The stars are tiny daisies high, There is a rainbow in the sky, Upon the arch where tempests trod; Anon Anon |