O suffering, sad humanity! O ye afflicted ones, who lie Steeped to the lips in misery, Longing, yet afraid to die, Patient, though sorely tried!
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Nature paints not; In oils, but frescoes the great dome of heaven; With sunsets, and the lovely forms of clouds; And flying vapors.
Interpretation
What this quote means
Nature creates beauty without human intervention, showcasing colors and forms that are awe-inspiring.
In this quote, Longfellow emphasizes the natural world's artistry, suggesting that the beauty of nature is comparable to a grand painting. He conveys that the skies, with their vibrant sunsets and dynamic cloud formations, are masterpieces created by nature itself, highlighting the elegance and splendor of the environment around us.
Themes
NatureBeautyArtSkyCloudsSunset
In practice
Example use cases
This quote would be perfect to use in a speech about environmental conservation.
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