It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the sea: Listen! the mighty being is awake, And doth with his eternal motion make A sound like thundereverlastingly.
Interpretation
The quote describes a serene evening and the profound beauty of nature.
William Wordsworth captures a moment of tranquility during a beautiful evening, evoking a deep reverence for the natural world. The imagery of the setting sun and the calm sea creates a sense of peace, while the comparison of nature's sounds to a powerful, eternal force underlines the interconnectedness of all living things and the divine presence in nature. This reflection encourages appreciation for the beauty around us and a recognition of the greater forces at work.
In practice
This quote can be used in a speech about environmental conservation to evoke a sense of appreciation for nature.
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By all means sometimes be alone; salute thyself; see what thy soul doth wear; dare to look in thy chest; and tumble up and down what thou findest there.
There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,_x000D_ _x000D_ The earth, and every common sight,_x000D_ _x000D_ To me did seem_x000D_ _x000D_ Apparelled in celestial light,_x000D_ _x000D_ The glory and the freshness of a dream.
Books are yours, Within whose silent chambers treasure lies Preserved from age to age; more precious far Than that accumulated store of gold And orient gems, which, for a day of need, The Sultan hides deep in ancestral tombs. These hoards of truth you can unlock at will.
The world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! The Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune.
Shalt show us how divine a thing A woman may be made.
The whole moon and the entire sky are reflected in one dewdrop on the grass.
Planet Earth is our shared island, let us join forces to protect it
Nature is trying very hard to make us succeed, but nature does not depend on us. We are not the only experiment.
For humans, the Arctic is a harshly inhospitable place, but the conditions there are precisely what polar bears require to survive - and thrive. 'Harsh' to us is 'home' for them. Take away the ice and snow, increase the temperature by even a little, and the realm that makes their lives possible literally melts away.
When asked what he would do if he knew the world would end tomorrow, Martin Luther said, "I would plant a tree."
Tis a morning pure and sweet, And a dewy splendour falls On the little flower that clings To the turrets and the walls; 'Tis a morning pure and sweet, And the light and shadow fleet; She is walking in the meadow, And the woodland echo rings; In a moment we shall meet; She is singing in the meadow, And the rivulet at her feet Ripples on in light and shadow To the ballad that she sings.
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