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Robert Herrick
AMBITION
In man, ambition is the common'st thing;
Each one by nature loves to be a king.
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Robert Herrick
BURIAL
Man may want land to live in; but for all
Nature finds out some place for burial.
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Emily Dickinson
Her sovereign People
Her sovereign People
Nature knows as well
And is as fond of signifying
As if fallible --
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Emily Dickinson
Of Nature I shall have enough
Of Nature I shall have enough
When I have entered these
Entitled to a Bumble bee's
Familiarities.
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Emily Dickinson
Nature assigns the Sun --
Nature assigns the Sun --
That -- is Astronomy --
Nature cannot enact a Friend --
That -- is Astrology.
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Thomas Hardy
Cardinal Bembo's Epitaph on Raphael
Here's one in whom Nature feared--faint at such vying -
Eclipse while he lived, and decease at his dying.
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Emily Dickinson
I bet with every Wind that blew
I bet with every Wind that blew
Till Nature in chagrin
Employed a Fact to visit me
And scuttle my Balloon --
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Emily Dickinson
As willing lid o'er weary eye
As willing lid o'er weary eye
The Evening on the Day leans
Till of all our nature's House
Remains but Balcony
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Emily Dickinson
If Nature smiles -- the Mother must
If Nature smiles -- the Mother must
I'm sure, at many a whim
Of Her eccentric Family --
Is She so much to blame?
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Emily Dickinson
Betrothed to Righteousness might be
Betrothed to Righteousness might be
An Ecstasy discreet
But Nature relishes the Pinks
Which she was taught to eat --
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Friedrich von Schiller
Difference Of Station
Even the moral world its nobility boasts--vulgar natures
Reckon by that which they do; noble, by that which they are.
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Emily Dickinson
There is no Silence in the Earth -- so silent
There is no Silence in the Earth -- so silent
As that endured
Which uttered, would discourage Nature
And haunt the World.
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Emily Dickinson
Declaiming Waters none may dread --
Declaiming Waters none may dread --
But Waters that are still
Are so for that most fatal cause
In Nature -- they are full --
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Emily Dickinson
Touch lightly Nature's sweet Guitar
Touch lightly Nature's sweet Guitar
Unless thou know'st the Tune
Or every Bird will point at thee
Because a Bard too soon --
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Emily Dickinson
Rest at Night
Rest at Night
The Sun from shining,
Nature -- and some Men --
Rest at Noon -- some Men --
While Nature
And the Sun -- go on --
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Emily Dickinson
Look back on Time, with kindly eyes --
Look back on Time, with kindly eyes --
He doubtless did his best --
How softly sinks that trembling sun
In Human Nature's West --
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Aleister Crowley
Optimist
Kill off mankind,
And give the Earth a chance!
Nature might find
In her inheritance
The seedlings of a race
Less infinitely base.
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Friedrich von Schiller
The Circle Of Nature
All, thou gentle one, lies embraced in thy kingdom; the graybeard
Back to the days of his youth, childish and child-like, returns.
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Emily Dickinson
The worthlessness of Earthly things
The worthlessness of Earthly things
The Ditty is that Nature Sings --
And then -- enforces their delight
Till Synods are inordinate --
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Robert Burns
205. Song—Go on, Sweet Bird, and Soothe my Care
FOR thee is laughing Nature gay,
For thee she pours the vernal day;
For me in vain is Nature drest,
While Joy’s a stranger to my breast.
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Robert Burns
457. Epitaph on Wm. Graham, Esq., of Mossknowe
“STOP thief!” dame Nature call’d to Death,
As Willy drew his latest breath;
How shall I make a fool again?
My choicest model thou hast ta’en.
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Robert Herrick
UPON MAN
Man is composed here of a twofold part;
The first of nature, and the next of art;
Art presupposes nature; nature, she
Prepares the way for man's docility.
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Emily Dickinson
Peril as a Possesssion
Peril as a Possesssion
'Tis Good to hear
Danger disintegrates Satiety
There's Basis there --
Begets an awe
That searches Human Nature's creases
As clean as Fire.
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Emily Dickinson
A Moth the hue of this
A Moth the hue of this
Haunts Candles in Brazil.
Nature's Experience would make
Our Reddest Second pale.
Nature is fond, I sometimes think,
Of Trinkets, as a Girl.
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Walter Savage Landor
I Strove with None
I strove with none, for none was worth my strife.
Nature I loved and, next to Nature, Art:
I warm'd both hands before the fire of life;
It sinks, and I am ready to depart.
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