Liberty's in every blow! Let us do or die.
Robert BurnsRead
Look abroad through Nature's range, Nature's mighty law is change.
Interpretation
This quote emphasizes that change is a fundamental aspect of nature and life.
Robert Burns suggests that if we observe the natural world, we will notice that change is an inherent principle governing all things. By acknowledging the law of change, we understand that transformation is a natural process that applies to every facet of existence, encouraging us to embrace it rather than resist it.
In practice
During a nature talk, one could use this quote to illustrate how ecosystems adapt over time.
Liberty's in every blow! Let us do or die.
I'm truly sorry man's dominion has broken Nature's social union.
Love's first snow-drop, virgin kiss.
All-cheering Plenty, with her flowing horn, Led yellow Autumn, wreath'd with nodding corn.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to min?
Apropos, is not the Scotch phrase 'Auld Lang Syne' exceedingly expressive? I shall give you the verses on the other sheet. The words of 'Auld Lang Syne' are good, but the music is an old air, the rudiments of the modern tune of that name. ... Dare to be honest and fear no labor. ... Opera is where a man gets stabbed in the back, and instead of dying, he sings. ... Chords that vibrate sweetest pleasure thrill the deepest notes of woe. ... Critics! Those cut-throat bandits in the paths of fame.
Sweet peas should smell. Half the point of growing sweet peas is to cut them for the house; they should fill a room with an almost painful olfactory inarticulateness. But most sweet peas smell of nothing. This does not stop them being beautiful, but they are like food with no flavour.
Butterflies are but flowers that blew away one sunny day when Nature was feeling at her most inventive and fertile.
I think probably one of the important things that happened to me was growing up in Idaho in the mountains, in the woods, and having a very strong presence of the wilderness around me. That never felt like emptiness. It always felt like presence.
The grim frost is at hand, when apples will fall thick, almost thunderous, on the hardened earth.
The stones were sharp, The wind came at my back; Walking along the highway, Mincing like a cat.
A little child paddles a little boat, Drifting about, and picking white lotuses. He does not know how to hide his tracks, And duckweed's opened up along his path.
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