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There is a serene and settled majesty to woodland scenery that enters into the soul and delights and elevates it, and fills it with noble inclinations.
How beautiful it is to be stress free and bloom slowly like a flower.
What are some words that come to mind when you think of flowers?
Meadows trim with daisies pied, Shallow brooks and rivers wide Towers and battlements it sees Bosom'd high in tufted trees, Where perhaps some beauty lies, The cynosure of neighboring eyes.
the fragrant bunches of nettle and dried lavender overhead, dusty gold
That which reminds us of nature and thus stimulates a feeling for the infinite abundance of life is beautiful. Nature is organic,and therefore the highest beauty is forever vegetative; and the same is true for morality and love.
That sinuous southern life, that oblique and slow and complicated old beauty, that warm thick air and blood warm sea, that place of mists and languor and fragrant richness ...
Beautiful, delightful, noble, memorable, as is the world, I yet am well content in my shady crevice.
Nature is beautiful.
honest-to-goodness beauty
When you love nature, it always loves you back with the fragrance of flowers.
long to taste the honeyed breeze and touch the rubied apple's flavor - to speak with soft conversing leaves, the songs of sky's white clouds to savor.
Nothing is more pleasant to the eye than green grass kept finely shorn.
Thanks to the long days of rain, the blades of grass glowed with a deep-green luster, and they gave off the smell of wildness unique to things that sink their roots into the earth.
Love, the life-giving garden of this world.
Confronted with the vision of a beautiful garden, we see something beautiful about ourselves.
What is the sweetness of flowers compared to the savour of dust and confinement?
The beautiful green earth.
The forest is blanketed by the greenest ferns and moss and bonsai-like trees, a wild majesty that beckons hobbits and pixies and elves and dreamers.
I fused the beauty of dreaming and the reality of life into a single blissful colour..
... On a clear bright day even the softness of the sounds is golden ...
E'en the rough rocks with tender myrtle bloom, and trodden weeds send out a rich perfume.
What a benediction is this fragrance of the early morning! The vernal grass fills the whole atmosphere as with a shower of sweetness.
Mere life is a luxury, and the color of the grass, of the flowers, of the sky, the wind in the trees, the outlines of the horizon, the forms of clouds, all give a pleasure as exquisite as the sweetest music to the ear famishing for it. The
I want the following word: splendor, splendor is fruit in all its succulence, fruit without sadness. I want vast distances. My savage intuition of myself.
My woodland lair was beautiful: a clearing that was green with life. It smelt of summer and rain and newness. It was patterned with shifting light and shade, alive with the trill and whistle of flirtatious birdsong. Oh, this was too lovely a day to die, too lovely to kill.
In numbers warmly pure and sweetly strong.
... the garden gleams with summer jewelry. We live vy simply - but with all the essentials of life well understood & well provided for - hot baths, cold champagne, new peas, & old brandy.
There is no spot of ground, however arid, bare or ugly, that cannot be tamed into such a state as may give an impression of beauty and delight.
Abundance is mine. I cannot be deprived of my supply. The trees do not lack for leaves, nor do the flowers fail to bloom.
Nothing so pretty to look at as my garden!
There's no palette as rich as a garden. And the intensity of it - I make this statement all the time: You can't plan nature; you court her.
Meanwhile, spring came, and with it the outpourings of Nature. The hills were soon splashed with wild flowers; the grass became an altogether new and richer shade of green; and the air became scented with fresh and surprising smells
of jasmine, honeysuckle, and lavender.
Nothing in Nature is unbeautiful.
What a joy it is to feel the soft, springy earth under my feet once more, to follow grassy roads that lead to ferny brooks where I can bathe my fingers in a cataract of rippling notes, or to clamber over a stone wall into green fields that tumble and roll and climb in riotous gladness!
There are few sights more pleasant to the eye than a wide cotton field when it is in bloom. It presents an appearance of purity, like an immaculate expanse of light, new-fallen snow.
All that in this delightful garden grows should happy be and have immortal bliss.
Think only of beautiful splendid.
Peace. The upland serenity of high altitude, the openness of grassland without indigenous bush or trees; the greening, yellowing or silver-browning that prevailed, according to season.
A great acacia, with its slender trunk
And overpoise of multitudinous leaves.
(In which a hundred fields might spill their dew
And intense verdure, yet find room enough)
Stood reconciling all the place with green.
Beautiful homes with beautiful flowers
Great, wide, beautiful, wonderful World,
With the wonderful water round you curled,
And the wonderful grass upon your breast,
World, you are beautifully drest!
The clear water the color of deeply steeped tea, surrounded by cattails and gracile grasses.
Vitality and beauty are gifts of Nature for those who live according to its laws.
The tints of autumn ... a mighty flower garden blossoming under the spell of the enchanter, frost.
Her mouth - ah, that lush, sweet mouth - was a garden, and I was on my back, face tipped in adoration to the sun for giving me such brilliance, delightful aromas, and the indescribable lightness of being with her.
That is beautiful which is produced by the inner need, which springs from the soul.
She is beautiful, soft hair nearly midnight in color, large eyes nearly as dark, and ivory skin like the petals of the lily, and she wore a fragrance of jasmine. But 'tis her willfulness that I enjoyed the most. And her resourcefulness.
Nature in her green, tranquil woods heals and soothes all afflictions.
O prize exceedingly the matchless power and grace which changes deserts into gardens, and makes the barren heart to sing for joy.
Good heavens, of what un costly material is our earthly happiness composed ... if we only knew it. What incomes have we not had from a flower, and how unfailing are the dividends of the seasons.
Nature's beauty is a gift that cultivates appreciation and gratitude.
Nature's beauty we all admire in every shape and form, but how much more we admire her when the weather's nice and warm.
The soul's calm sunshine and heartfelt joy.
Beauty surrounds us.
Nature displays beauty in its pure state.
Gardens were meant to be seen, smelled, walked through, grubbed in. A hundred objective measurements didn't sum the worth of a garden; only the delight of its users did that.
The gardens of my youth were fragrant gardens and it is their sweetness rather than their patterns of their furnishings that I now most clearly recall.
Natures beauty soothe my eyes,
Refreshes my soul,
Helps in imagination ...
It was full of lazy late-afternoon shadows and an impossible green lushness such as could only be appreciated by someone freshly arrived
Where a love of natural beauty has been cultivated, all nature becomes a stupendous gallery, as much superior in form and in coloring to the choicest collections of human art, as the heavens are broader and loftier than the Louvre or the Vatican.
A heaven so clear, an earth so calm, So sweet, so soft, so hushed an air; And, deepening still the dreamlike charm, Wild moor-sheep feeding everywhere.
The comfort and sweetness of peace.
That which God plants he will take care to keep watered.
A garden, sir, wherein all rainbows and flowers were heaped together.
Of all fragrances, the sweetest is that of virtue.
Man has created some lovely dwellings, some soul-stirring literature. He has done much to alleviate physical pain. But he has not ... created a substitute for a sunset, a grove of pines, the music of the winds, the dank smell of the deep forest, or the shy beauty of a wildflower.
Nothing but beauty and douceur
It was a scent that lacked coyness, made no concessions to charm. Like standing on the edge of a great and terrifying cliff, it was shocking, beautiful, sublime.
Amongst the flowers you always feel yourself you are endlessly far away from all the dangers!
The heavens are now seen to resemble a luxuriant garden, which contains the greatest variety of productions, in different flourishing beds.
Sweet is the air with the budding haws, and the valley stretching for miles below
Is white with blossoming cherry-trees, as if just covered with lighted snow.
Lovely flowers are the smiles of god's goodness.
To attract all the beauty of life, spread the fragrance of happiness like a dancing flower of peace.
Her eye fell everywhere on lawns and plantations of the freshest green; and the trees, though not fully clothed, were in that delightful state when farther beauty is known to be at hand, and when, while much is actually given to the sight, more yet remains for the imagination.
The world beyond the hidden garden vanished from her awareness. There was only this place, this patch of Eden, sunny and quiet and blazing with unearthly color. The mixed scents of lavender and warm male skin were all around her... too delicious... too compelling...
The moment one gives close attention to anything, even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself
Cherish the fabulous, the fantastic, the beautiful, the graceful, the moments of abandon, laughter, quirkiness. Cherish the tiny incredible details, the gigantic & varied display, and the infinite depths - of life.
It was wild. Abandoned. Rough. Wet. Intense. Fiery. Thorough. Exquisite. Heart-pounding. Blood-singing. Soul-rocking. Life-altering.
Luscious.
Beauty is the splendour of truth
Love as air loves the leaves.
Cannot a rugged and misty landscape be adored by the eyes as much as a sunlit garden? Perhaps it is adored even more for not seeking to make itself adorable.
Fragrant o'er all the western groves The tall magnolia towers unshaded.
Viewed sensitively and with love; the world blossoms in beauty.
Everyone can identify with a fragrant garden, with beauty of sunset, with the quiet of nature, with a warm and cozy cottage.
Can words describe the fragrance of the very breath of spring?
But enough of that
here I am. Hineni! How marvelously beautiful it is today. He stopped in the overgrown yard, shut his eyes in the sun, against flashes of crimson, and drew in the odors of catalpa-bells, soil, honeysuckle, wild onions, and herbs.
Beautiful, luscious and flowing. Atop the governor's head.
Of all that is most beauteous, imaged there In happier beauty; more pellucid streams, An ampler ether, a diviner air, And fields invested with purpureal gleams.
It was as if the light had coaxed a flowering from the frost, which before seemed barren and parched as salt. The grass shone with petal colors, and water drops spilled from all the trees as innumerably as petals.
Grandeur and beauty are so very opposite, that you often diminish the one as you increase the other. Variety is most akin to the latter, simplicity to the former.
A garden should make you feel you've entered privileged space
a place not just set apart but reverberant
and it seems to me that, to achieve this, the gardener must put some kind of twist on the existing landscape, turn its prose into something nearer poetry.
The sweetness that all longed for night and day. Some tragedy might be idly guessed at-loss or illness. She had the luminosity of those about to die.
There are so many kinds of beauty-have you ever looked in a small hidden pool in a wood, Becky? It's full of beauty, but it's not in the least spectacular, only restful and quiet and never-endingly fascinating.
What is paradise, but, a garden, an orchard of trees and herbs, full of pleasure and nothing there but delights.
When you look to a field of flowers, do you see that one weed protruding out of the ground? Notice that it is your choice whether you remain fixated on that one weed, or rather choose to embrace the vast beauty among all of those flowers.
A scent that disturbs me and delights me. It smells like ripe pears, vetiver, a bit of violet and something else- something spicy almost biting and exotic.
In the river meadows, alders, brambles and wild vines formed a magical jungle, dappled with shimmering, greenish light and spangled with twirling forest particles. Marshy pools lay sparkling among the elderberries and leaning beeches.
Beauty was worth
Its every sorrow, mind's fading or World's ending,
As darkness covered the garden that is the earth.
The Garden Was My Delight. I grew up with gardeners and I just love gardens. I was always very much aware that gardens were important and they were for sharing ...
O sweet woods, the delight of solitariness!