A dream has power to poison sleep.
Percy Bysshe ShelleyRead
Only nature knows how to justly proportion to the fault the punishment it deserves.
Interpretation
Nature inherently balances rewards and consequences fairly based on actions.
This quote by Percy Bysshe Shelley suggests that nature possesses an intrinsic ability to administer justice, ensuring that any fault or wrongdoing is met with an appropriate consequence. It emphasizes the belief that the natural order has its own mechanisms for rectifying wrongs, portraying nature as a wise arbiter of fairness.
In practice
In a speech about environmental conservation, one might say, 'Only nature knows how to justly proportion to the fault the punishment it deserves.'
A dream has power to poison sleep.
Senseless is the breast and cold _x000D_ _x000D_ Which relenting love would fold;_x000D_ _x000D_ Bloodless are the veins and chill _x000D_ _x000D_ Which the pulse of pain did fill; _x000D_ _x000D_ Every little living nerve _x000D_ _x000D_ That from bitter words did swerve _x000D_ _x000D_ Round the tortur'd lips and brow, _x000D_ _x000D_ Are like sapless leaflets now _x000D_ _x000D_ Frozen upon December's bough.
A sensitive plant in a garden grew,_x000D_ _x000D_ And the young winds fed it with silver dew,_x000D_ _x000D_ And it opened its fan_x000D_ _x000D_ like leaves to the light,_x000D_ _x000D_ and closed them beneath the kisses of night.
I am the daughter of Earth and Water, And the nursling of the Sky; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when with never a stain The pavilion of Heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again.
O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?
Ah, woe is me! Winter is come and gone. But grief returns with the revolving year.
The whole of nature cries out at our mistreatment of her. If the planet were a patient, we would have treated her long ago.
Ripe vegetables were magic to me. Unharvested, the garden bristled with possibility. I would quicken at the sight of a ripe tomato, sounding its redness from deep amidst the undifferentiated green. To lift a bean plant's hood of heartshaped leaves and discover a clutch of long slender pods handing underneath could make me catch my breath.
Climate change, if unchecked, is an urgent threat to health, food supplies, biodiversity, and livelihoods across the globe.
Nature knows best how to organise.
What does autumn go on paying for with so much yellow money?
They paved paradise and put up a parking lot.
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