NATURE NATURE
What is bred in the bone will not come out of the flesh.
Chassez le naturel, il revient au galop.
Drive the natural away, it returns at a gallop.
Destouches—Ghrieux. IV. 3. Idea in La
Fontaine—Fables. Bk. II. 18.
Chassez les prejuges par la porte, ils rentreront
par la fenStre.
As used by Frederick the Great. Letter
to Voltaire. March 19, 1771.
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| text = <poem>Whate'er he did, was done with so much ease,
In him alone 't was natural to please.
Dryden—Absalom and Ackitophel. Pt. I. L.
27.
By viewing nature, nature's handmaid, art,
Makes mighty things from small beginnings
grow;
Thus fishes first to shipping did impart,
Their tail the rudder, and their head the prow.
Dryden—Annus Mirabilis. St. 155.
For Art may err, but Nature cannot miss.
Dryden—Fables. The Cock and the Fox. L.
452.
Out of the book of Nature's learned breast.
Du Bartas—Divine Weekes and Workes. Second Week. Fourth Day. Bk. II. L. 566.
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| text = <poem>Ever charming, ever new,
When will the landscape tire the view?
John Dter—Grongar Hill. L. 102.
Nature is a mutable cloud which is always and
never the same.
Emerson—Essays. First Series. History.
By fate, not option, frugal Nature gave
One scent to hyson and to wall-flower,
One sound to pine-groves and to water-falls,
One aspect to the desert and the lake.
It was her stern necessity: all things
Are of one pattern made; bird, beast, and flower,
Song, picture, form, space, thought, and character
Deceive us, seeming to be many things,
And are but one.
Emerson—Xenophones.
Nature seems to wear one universal grin.
Henry Fielding—Tom Thumb the Great. Act I. Sc. 1.
As distant prospects please us, but when near
We find but desert rocks and fleeting air.
Garth—The Dispensary. Canto III. L. 27.
To me more dear, congenial to my heart,
One native charm, than all the gloss of art.
| author = Goldsmith
| work = Deserted Village. L. 253.
E'en from the tomb the voice of nature cries,
E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires.
Grat—Elegy in a Country Churchyard. St. 23.
| seealso = (See also Chaucer under Fire)
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| text = <poem>What Nature has writ with her lusty wit
Is worded so wisely and kindly
That whoever has dipped in her manuscript
Must up and follow her blindly.
Now the summer prime is henblithest rhyme
In the being and the seeming,
And they that have heard the overword
Know life's a dream worth dreaming.
Henley—Echoes. XXXIII.
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| text = That undefined and mingled hum,
Voice of the desert never dumb!
Hogg—Verses to Lady Anne Scott.
Naturam expellas furca, tamen usque recurrit.
You may turn nature out of doors with violence, but she will still return.
Horace—Epistles. I. 10. 24. ("Expelles"
in some versions.)
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| text = <poem>Nunquam aliud Natura aliud Sapientia dicit.
Nature never says one thing, Wisdom another.
Juvenal—Satires. XIV. 321.
is No stir of air was there,
Not so much life as on a summer's day
Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass,
But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.
Keats—Hyperion. Bk. I. L. 7.
Ye marshes, how candid and simple and nothingwith-holding and free
Ye publish yourselves to the sky and offer yourselves to the sea!
Sddnet Lanier—Marshes of Glynn.
O what a glory doth this world put on
For him who, with a fervent heart, goes forth
Under the bright and glorious sky, and looks
On duties well performed, and days well spent!
For him the wind, ay, and the yellow leaves,
Shall have a voice, and give him eloquent teachings.
| author = Longfellow
| work = Autumn. L. 30.
And Nature, the old nurse, took
The child upon her knee,
Saying: "Here is a story-book
Thy Father has written for thee."
"Come, wander with me," she said,
"Into regions yet untrod;
And read what is still unread
In the manuscripts of God."
| author = Longfellow
| work = Fiftieth Birthday of Agassitr.
| seealso = (See also Du Bartas, Antony and Cleopatra)
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| page = 545
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| text = <poem>The natural alone is permanent.
| author = Longfellow
| work = Kavanagh. Ch. Xin.
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| num = | text = <poem>So Nature deals with us, and takes away
Our playthings one by one, and by the hand Leads us to rest so gently, that we go,
