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Lit 12 quotations

Nature and Spirituality unit

TitleAuthorQuotation
The Tiger William Blake What the hammer? what the chain,/ In what furnace was they brain?
The Tiger William Blake In what distant deeps or skies/ Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
The Lamb William Blake He is meek and he is mild,/ He became a little child
To A Mouse Robert Burns I'm truly sorry man's dominion/ Has broken nature's social union
To a Mouse Robert Burns The best laid schemes o' mice an' men/ Gang aft agley,/ An' lea've us nought but grief and pain,/ For promised joy.
The World Is Too Much with Us William Wordsworth Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;/ Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
The World Is Too Much With Us William Wordsworth Little we see in Nature that is ours;/ We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
The World Is Too Much With Us William Wordsworth This sea that bares her bosom to the moon;/ The winds that will be howling at all hours
The World Is Too Much With Us William Wordsworth ...I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn
My Heart Leaps Up When I Behold William Wordsworth So be it when I shall grow old,/ Or let me die!
My Heart Leaps Up When I Behold William Wordsworth The Child is father of the Man
My Heart Leaps up When I Behold William Wordsworth And I could wish my days to be/ Bound each to each by natural piety.
Apostrophe to the Ocean G. G., Lord Byron I love not man less, but nature more
Apostrophe to the Ocean G. G., Lord Byron To mingle with the universe, and feel/ What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.
Apostrophe to the Ocean G. G., Lord Byron Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean--roll!
Apostrophe to the Ocean G. G., Lord Byron Man marks the earth with ruin--his control/ Stops with the shore--
Apostrophe to the Ocean G. G., Lord Byron He sinks into they depths with bubbling groan--/ Without a grave, unknelled, uncoffined, and unknown
Apostrophe to the Ocean G. G., Lord Byron Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow
Apostrophe to the Ocean G. G., Lord Byron And I trusted to thy billows far and near,/ And laid my hand upon thy mane--as I do here.
Ode to the West Wind Percy Bysshe Shelley Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere;/ Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh, hear!
Ode to the West Wind Percy Bysshe Shelley All overgrown with azure moss and flowers/ So sweet, the sense faints picturing them!
Ode to the West Wind Percy Bysshe Shelley Oh, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud!/ I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!
Ode to the West Wind Percy Bysshe Shelley Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth/ Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind!
Ode to the West Wind Percy Bysshe Shelley If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?
The Darkling Thrush Thomas Hardy And every spirit upon earth/ Seemed fervorless as I
The Darkling Thrush Thomas Hardy Some blessed Hope, whereof he knew/ And I was unaware.
Pretty Stevie Smith This field, this owl this pike, this pool are careless./ As Nature is always careless and indifferent.
Pretty Stevie Smith Cry pretty, pretty, pretty, and you'll be able/ Very soon not even to cry pretty.
Pretty Stevie Smith And so to be delivered entirely from humanity./ This is prettiest of all, it is very pretty.
Created by: cbellsls