No daintie flowre or herbe that growes on grownd, No arborett with painted blossoms drest And smelling sweete, but there it might be fownd To bud out faire, and throwe her sweete smels al arownd.
Interpretation
The quote celebrates the beauty and fragrance of nature, suggesting that all flowers and trees have their unique charm.
In this quote, Edmund Spenser reflects on the inherent beauty found in nature, emphasizing that even the simplest flowers and herbs possess a charm that can enchant those around them. The imagery of blooming and spreading sweet scents symbolizes the joy and wonder of the natural world, encouraging appreciation for its subtle yet profound gifts.
In practice
A nature lover might share this quote when discussing the importance of preserving natural beauty.
But O the exceeding grace_x000D_ Of highest God, that loves his creatures so,_x000D_ And all his works with mercy doth embrace,_x000D_ That blessed angels, he sends to and fro,_x000D_ To serve to wicked man, to serve his wicked foe.
The noblest mind the best contentment has
What though the sea with waves continuall Doe eate the earth, it is no more at all ; Ne is the earth the lesse, or loseth ought : For whatsoever from one place doth fall Is with the tyde unto another brought : For there is nothing lost, that may be found if sought.
I hate the day, because it lendeth light_x000D_ _x000D_ To see all things, but not my love to see.
For of the soule the bodie forme doth take; _x000D_ For the soule is forme, and doth the bodie make.
I was promised on a time - to have reason for my rhyme; From that time unto this season, I received nor rhyme nor reason.
So fine was the morning except for a streak of wind here and there that the sea and sky looked all one fabric, as if sails were stuck high up in the sky, or the clouds had dropped down into the sea.
It's up to us as photographers to give voice to the natural world.
The wind sounded of Mother Earth's forsaken and abandoned cries.
There's a lot of cruelty going on all the time, and I'm not just talking about inter-human cruelty. I'm talking about whole species becoming extinct, asteroids hitting planets, black holes gobbling up stars.
And where she went, the flowers took thickest root, As she had sow'd them with her odorous foot.
To hike out alone in the desert; to sleep on the valley floor on a night with no moon, in the pitch black, just listening to the boom of silence: you can't imagine what that's like.
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