La Nature a toujours ete en eux plus forte que l'education.
Nature has always had more force than education.
And recognizes ever and anon
The breeze of Nature stirring in his soul.
Ah, what a warning for a thoughtless man,
Could field or grove, could any spot of earth,
Show to his eye an image of the pangs
Which it hath witnessed; render back an echo
Of the sad steps by which it hath been trod!
The streams with softest sound are flowing,
The grass you almost hear it growing,
You hear it now, if e'er you can.
Wordsworth—The Idiot Boy. St. 57.
Nature never did betray
The heart that loved her.
Wordsworth—Lines Composed Above Tintem Abbey.
As in the eye of Nature he has lived,
So in the eye of Nature let him die!
Wordsworth—The Old Cumberland Beggar.
Last Lines.
The stars of midnight shall be dear
To her; and she shall lean her ear
In many a secret place
Where rivulets dance their wayward round,
And beauty born of murmuring sound
Shall pass into her face.
Wordsworth—Three Years She Grew in Sun
and Shower.
Nature's old felicities.
Wordsworth—The Trosachs.
To the solid ground
Of Nature trusts the Mind that builds for aye.
Wordsworth—A Volant Tribe of Bards on Earth.
Such blessings Nature pours,
O'erstock'd mankind enjoy but half her stores.
In distant wilds, by human eyes unseen,
She rears her flowers, and spreads her velvet green;
Pure gurgling rills the lonely desert trace
And waste their music on the savage race.
Young—Love of Fame. Satire V. L. 232.
Nothing in Nature, much less conscious being,
Was e'er created solely for itself.
Young—Night Thoughts. Night IX. L. 711.
The course of nature governs all!
The course of nature is the heart of God.
The miracles thou eall'st for, this attest;
For say, could nature nature's course control?
But, miracles apart, who sees Him not?
- NAVIGATION ##
NAVIGATION
(See also Navy, Ocean, Ships)
O pilot! 'tis a fearful night,
There's danger on the deep.
Thomas Haynes Bayly—The Pilot.
How Bishop Aidan foretold to certain seamen
a storm that would happen, and gave them some
holy oil to lay it.
Bbdb—Heading of Chapter in his Ecclesiastical
History. III. 15.
| seealso = (See also Puny, Plutarch)
| topic = Navigation
| page = 548
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{{Hoyt quote
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| text = <poem>O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea,
Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free,
Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam,
Survey our empire, and behold our home!
| author = Byron
| work = The Corsair. Canto I. St. 1.
Here's to the pilot that weathered the storm.
Canning—The Pilot that Weathered the Storm.
And as great seamen, using all their wealth
And skills in Neptune's deep invisible paths,
In tall ships richly built and ribbed with brass,
To put a girdle round about the world.
Geo. Chapman—Bussy d'Ambois. Act I.
Sc. 1. L. 20.
| seealso = (See also Webster, also Chapman, Midsummer Night's Dream under Electricity)
| topic = Navigation
| page = 548
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{{Hoyt quote
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| text = <poem>A wet sheet and a flowing sea,
A wind that follows fast
And fills the white and rustling sails,
And bends the gallant mast!
And bends the gallant mast, my boys,
While, like the eagle free,
Away the good ship flies, and leaves
Old England in the lee.
Allan Cunningham—Songs of Scotland. A
Wet Sheet and a Flowing Sea.
Soon shall thy arm, unconquered steam, afar
Drag the slow barge, or drive the rapid car;
Or on wide waving wings expanded bear
The flying chariot through the fields of air.
Erasmus Darwin—The Botanic Garden. Pt. I. 1. 289.
For they say there's a Providence sits up aloft
To keep watch for the life of poor Jack.
Charles Dtbden—Poor Jack.
There's a sweet little cherub that sits up aloft,
To keep watch for the life of poor Jack.
Charles Dibden—Poor Jack.
Skill'd in the globe and sphere, he gravely stands,
And, with his compass, measures seas .and lands.
Dryden—Sixth Satire of Juvenal. L. 760.
The winds and waves are always on the side of the ablest navigators.
Gibbon—Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire. Ch.LXVIII.
{{Hoyt quote
| num = | text = <poem>Oh, I am a cook and a captain bold
And the mate of the Nancy brig, And a bo'sun tight and a midshipmite And the crew of the captain's gig. W. S. Gilbert—Yarn of the "Nancy Bell."
