The poetry of the earth is never dead
Source: On the Grasshopper and Cricket (1816)
Topic
Ruskin's declaration that there is no bad weather, only different kinds of good weather, captures the collection's spirit. Austen, Keats, and Burroughs find specific pleasures — shade on a fine day, books and French wine, the open brook — that resist being made abstract. Verne goes to the sea as everything; Aristotle finds the marvelous in ordinary things. Nature here is not wilderness but the permanent world behind the social one, the thing that was there before us and will remain after. Wordsworth's heart leaping at a rainbow; Darwin watching selection work in a vineyard; Keats wanting cherries tasted rather than described. These quotes are for people who have noticed that the right description of a place or season can do what argument cannot.
The poetry of the earth is never dead
The roaring of the wind is my wife and the stars through the window pane are my children
Four seasons fill the measure of the year; there are four seasons in the mind of man
Flowers are the sweetest things God ever made and forgot to put a soul into.
My heart leaps up when I behold A Rainbow in the sky:
The world is too much with us; late and soon,
God made the country, and man made the town.
The soul is placed in the body like a rough diamond, and must be polished, or the luster of it will never appear.