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Yahweh, how many are your works! In wisdom, you have made them all. The earth is full of your riches.
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Yahweh, how many are your works! In wisdom, you have made them all. The earth is full of your riches.
I will sing to Yahweh as long as I live. I will sing praise to my God while I have any being.
Let my meditation be sweet to him. I will rejoice in Yahweh.
The heavens declare the glory of God. The expanse shows his handiwork.
Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable in your sight, Yahweh, my rock, and my redeemer.
Yahweh’s law is perfect, restoring the soul. Yahweh’s covenant is sure, making wise the simple.
Blessed is the one whom you choose and cause to come near, that he may live in your courts. We will be filled with the goodness of your house, your holy temple.
They also who dwell in faraway places are afraid at your wonders. You call the morning’s dawn and the evening with songs of joy.
You visit the earth, and water it. You greatly enrich it. The river of God is full of water. You provide them grain, for so you have ordained it.
By space the Universe encompasses and swallows me as an atom, by thought I encompass it.
Delight itself, however, is a weak term to express the feelings of a naturalist who, for the first time, has wandered by himself in a Brazilian forest.
Moreover, the many dead trunks that stand like skeletons, never fail to give to these primeval woods a character of solemnity, absent in those of countries long civilized.
Sitting down on a block of granite, it was delightful to watch the various insects and birds as they flew past.
On this bit of the wild world's stage are theatrical lightning changes of scenes—changes that on most mountains would require ten thousand years or more. It is a place of strange and fleeting landscapes; the earth is ever changing like the sky.
The forest is an eternal mediator between winds and gravity in their never-ending struggle for the possession of the waters.
Have you anything better or greater to see than the sun, the moon, the stars, the whole earth, the sea?
My world is built of touch-sensations, devoid of physical colour and sound; but without colour and sound it breathes and throbs with life.
Every landscape is, as it were, a state of the soul, and whoever penetrates into both is astonished to find how much likeness there is in each detail.
Entomology extends the limits of being in a new direction, so that I walk in nature with a sense of greater space and freedom.
Nature has taken more care than the fondest parent for the education and refinement of her children.
Nature will bear the closest inspection; she invites us to lay our eye level with the smallest leaf, and take an insect view of its plain.
Every artist does something more than copy Nature; more comes out in his account than goes into the original experience.
Nature loves such woods, and places her own seal upon them.
The greatness and the minuteness of nature pass all understanding.
The whole world seems richer now that I have found this plant in so noble a landscape.
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