Nature Quote by William Blake Download Open image “How sweet I roamed from field to field, and tasted all the summer's pride.” — William Blake ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.2 out of 5 (5 ratings) Copy quoteShare Nature Sin Summer
I was kind of wild. I enjoyed myself as a young man. I was moving 100 miles per hour - on and off the field. — Charles Woodson Copy Share Image
“Then summer came. A summer limp with the weight of blossomed things. Heavy sunflowers weeping over fences; iris curling and browning at the edges… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
I plucked a honeysuckle where The hedge on high is quick with thorn, And climbing for the prize, was torn, And fouled my feet… — Dante Gabriel Rossetti Copy Share Image
One day I undertook a tour through the country, and the diversity and beauties of nature I met with in this charming season, expelled… — Daniel Boone Copy Share Image
My favorite thing to do in the summer was to sleep out in the forest on the farm I grew up on. — Bobby Berk Copy Share Image
I've been a dweller on the plains, have sighed when summer days were gone; No more I'll sigh; for winter here Hath gladsome gardens… — Dorothy Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Then followed that beautiful season... Summer… Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape Lay as if new created… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
“The summer came to life. It burst from gray to fierce blue and gold in the blink of an eye; the air pealed with… — Tana French Copy Share Image
Summer is a prodigal of joy. The grass Swarms with delighted insects as I pass, And crowds of grasshoppers at every stride Jump out… — John Clare Copy Share Image
What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness. — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
Poetry fettered, fetters the human race. Nations are destroyed or flourish in proportion as their poetry, painting, and music are destroyed or flourish. — William Blake Copy Share Image
Kill not the moth nor butterfly, For the Last Judgement draweth nigh. — William Blake Copy Share Image
The world of imagination is the world of eternity. It is the divine bosom into which we shall all go after death of the… — William Blake Copy Share Image
Imagination is the real and eternal world of which this vegetable universe is but a faint shadow. — William Blake Copy Share Image
Time is the mercy of Eternity; without Time's swiftness Which is the swiftest of all things, all were eternal torment. — William Blake Copy Share Image
The difference between a bad artist and a good one is: the bad artist seems to copy a great deal; the good one really… — William Blake Copy Share Image
Cruelty has a human heart, and jealousy a human face. Terror, the human form divine, And secrecy, the human dress. — William Blake Copy Share Image
Those who restrain desire, do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained; and the restrainer or reason usurps its place & governs… — William Blake Copy Share Image
It is indeed a surprising and fortunate fact that nature can be expressed by relatively low-order mathematical functions. — Rudolf Carnap Copy Share Image
“THIS tale of my sore-troubled life I write, To thank the God of nature, who conveyed My soul to me, and with such care… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Put on my J's and dance the whole night away Im naughty by nature like Im hip-hop hooray With my hands in the sky,… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Borrow trouble for yourself, if that's your nature, but don't lend it to your neighbours. — Rudyard Kipling Copy Share Image
“Men mistook measurement for understanding. And they always had to put themselves at the center of everything. That was their greatest conceit. The earth… — Robert Harris Copy Share Image
“She was, he knew- and had known very early, he supposed- one of those rare and always lovely humans whose moral nature was so… — John Williams Copy Share Image
“When the water covers the earth the sun will vanish the darkess and the cold will come.When the last dragon and the last Elf… — Silvana de Mari Copy Share Image
Well, The Day the Earth Caught Fire was a story... I don't if anybody knows what it is but it was about... in the… — Val Guest Copy Share Image
“It is not the force of the wind, but the depth of the roots.” — Craig D. Lounsbrough Copy Share Image
The history of mankind interests us only as it exhibits a steady gain of truth and right, in the incessant conflict which it records… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
