
The poetry of the earth is never dead. ~John Keats
To sit in the shade on a fine day and look upon verdure is the most perfect refreshment. ~Jane Austen

Autumn, the year’s last, loveliest smile.
~William Cullen Bryant
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more.
~George Gordon, Lord Byron, Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage
I only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in. ~John Muir
Man’s heart away from nature becomes hard. ~Standing Bear

I love to think of nature as an unlimited broadcasting station, through which God speaks to us every hour, if we will only tune in. ~George Washington Carver
The human spirit needs places where nature has not been rearranged by the hand of man. ~Author Unknown
You can’t be suspicious of a tree, or accuse a bird or a squirrel of subversion or challenge the ideology of a violet. ~Hal Borland

Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul. ~John Muir
Some keep the Sabbath going to Church,
I keep it staying at Home -
With a bobolink for a Chorister,
And an Orchard, for a Dome.
~Emily Dickinson
Great things are done when men and mountains meet. This is not done by jostling in the street. ~William Blake
Fieldes have eies and woods have eares. ~John Heywood, 1565

Those who dwell among the beauties and mysteries of the earth are never alone or weary of life. ~Rachel Carson
Climb up on some hill at sunrise. Everybody needs perspective once in a while, and you’ll find it there. ~Robb Sagendorph
Nature is the art of God. ~Thomas Browne

Earth’s crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God;
~Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Every leaf speaks bliss to me,
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
~Emily Bronte

The morns are meeker than they were,
The nuts are getting brown;
The berry’s cheek is plumper,
The rose is out of town.
The maple wears a gayer scarf,
The field a scarlet gown.
Lest I should be old-fashioned,
I’ll put a trinket on.
Emily Dickinson
Nature XXVII, Autumn.
Autumn’s the mellow time.
~William Allingham
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