Thou art a man God is no more Thy own humanity Learn to adore
William BlakeRead
The moon, like a flower in heaven's high bower, with silent delight sits and smiles on the night.
Interpretation
The quote emphasizes the beauty of the moon and its serene presence in the night sky, likening it to a flower in a heavenly garden.
In this quote, William Blake captures the tranquil and enchanting essence of the moon, portraying it as a delicate flower gracefully residing in an ethereal space. The imagery suggests a sense of calm and delight, inviting the reader to appreciate the tranquil beauty of the night and the gentle smile of the moon that brings peace to the darkness.
In practice
Sharing this quote at a poetry reading to evoke imagery of nature's beauty.
Thou art a man God is no more Thy own humanity Learn to adore
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.
O thou who passest through our valleys in Thy strength, curb thy fierce steeds, allay the heat That flames from their large nostrils! Thou, O Summer, Oft pitchest here thy golden tent, and oft Beneath our oaks hast slept, while we beheld With joy thy ruddy limbs and flourishing hair.
Every Night and every Morn Some to Misery are born. Every Morn and every Night Some are born to Sweet Delight, Some are born to Endless Night.
As the caterpillar chooses the fairest leaves to lay her eggs on, so the priest lays his curse on the fairest joys.
He who would do good to another must do it in minute particulars.
Let me enjoy the earth no less because the all-enacting light that fashioned forth its loveliness had other aims than my delight.
Eastward the dawn rose, ridge behind ridge into the morning, and vanished out of eyesight into guess; it was no more than a glimmer blending with the hem of the sky, but it spoke to them, out of the memory and old tales, of the high and distant mountains.
A man could be a lover and defender of the wilderness without ever in his lifetime leaving the boundaries of asphalt, powerlines, and right-angled surfaces. We need wilderness whether or not we ever set foot in it. We need a refuge even though we may never need to set foot in it. We need the possibility of escape as surely as we need hope; without it the life of the cities would drive all men into crime or drugs or psychoanalysis.
I thank you God for this most amazing day, for the leaping greenly spirits of trees, and for the blue dream of sky and for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes.
The grass as bristly and stout as chives and me wondering when the ground will break and me wondering how anything fragile survives
All the world was before me and every day was a holiday, so it did not seem important to which one of the world's wildernesses I first should wander.
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