Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.
Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher.
Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.
For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes the still, sad music of humanity.
The world is too much with us; late and soon, getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours.
To Wordsworth nature was the nurse; to us, it's the patient.
Earth and sky, woods and fields, lakes and rivers, the mountain and the sea, are excellent schoolmasters, and teach some of us more than we can ever learn from books.
Deprivation is for me what daffodils were for Wordsworth.