幼儿口腔溃疡Ralph Waldo Emerson
Nature
An introduction to Nature
To lected criticism
A subtle chain of countless rings 怎么分手
The next unto the farthest brings;
The eye reads omens where it goes,
And speaks all languages the ro;
学校食堂And, striving to be man, the worm
Mounts through all the spires of form.
Introduction
Our age is retrospective. It builds the pulchers of the fathers. It writes biographies, histories, and criticism. The foregoing generations beheld God and nature face to face; we, through their eyes . Why should not we also enjoy an original relation to the univer? Why should not we have a poetry and philosophy of insight and not of tradition, and a religion by revelation to us, and not the history of theirs? Embosomed for a ason in nature, who floods of life stream around and through us, and invite us by the powers they supply, to action proportioned to nature, why should we grope among the dry bones of the past, or put the living generation into masquerade out of its faded wardrobe? The sun shines to-day also. There is more wool and flax in the fields. There are new lands, new men, new thoughts. Let us demand our own works and laws and worship. 乘法的意义是什么
Undoubtedly we have no questions to ask which are unanswerable. We must trust the perfection of the creation so far, as to believe that whatever curiosity the order of things h47楼207
as awakened in our minds, the order of things can satisfy. Every man's condition is a solution in hieroglyphic to tho inquiries he would put. He acts it as life, before he apprehends it as truth. In like manner, nature is already, in its forms and tendencies, describing its own design. Let us interrogate the great apparition that shines so peacefully around us. Let us inquire, to what end is nature?
电脑断网All science has one aim, namely, to find a theory of nature. We have theories of races and of functions, but scarcely yet a remote approach to an idea of creation. We are now so far from the road to truth, that religious teachers dispute and hate each other, and speculative men are esteemed unsound and frivolous. But to a sound judgment, the most abstract truth is the most practical. Whenever a true theory appears, it will be its own evidence. Its test is, that it will explain all phenomena. Now many are thought not only unexplained but inexplicable; as language, sleep, madness, dreams, beasts, x.
蜜春堂Philosophically considered, the univer is compod of Nature and the Soul. Strictly speaking, therefore, all that is parate from us, all which Philosophy distinguishes as the
NOT ME, that is, both nature and art, all other men and my own body, must be ranked under this name, NATURE. In enumerating the values of nature and casting up their sum, I shall u the word in both ns; -- in its common and in its philosophical import. In inquiries so general as our prent one, the inaccuracy is not material; no confusion of thought will occur. Nature, in the common n, refers to esnces unchanged by man; space, the air, the river, the leaf. Art is applied to the mixture of his will with the same things, as in a hou, a canal, a statue, a picture. But his operations taken together are so insignificant , a little chipping, baking, patching, and washing, that in an impression so grand as that of the world on the human mind, they do not vary the result.
Chapter I NATURE
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To go into solitude, a man needs to retire as much from his chamber as from society. I am not solitary whilst I read and write, though nobody is with me. But if a man would be alone, let him look at the stars. The rays that come from tho heavenly worlds, will parate between him and what he touches. One might think the atmosphere was made t
ransparent with this design, to give man, in the heavenly bodies, the perpetual prence of the sublime. Seen in the streets of cities, how great they are! If the stars should appear one night in a thousand years, how would men believe and adore; and prerve for many generations the remembrance of the city of God which had been shown! But every night come out the envoys of beauty, and light the univer with their admonishing smile.
The stars awaken a certain reverence, becau though always prent, they are inaccessible; but all natural objects make a kindred impression, when the mind is open to their influence. Nature never wears a mean appearance. Neither does the wist man extort her cret, and lo his curiosity by finding out all her perfection. Nature never became a toy to a wi spirit. The flowers, the animals, the mountains, reflected the wisdom of his best hour, as much as they had delighted the simplicity of his childhood.
When we speak of nature in this manner, we have a distinct but most poetical n in the mind. We mean the integrity of impression made by manifold natural objects. It is this
which distinguishes the stick of timber of the wood-cutter, from the tree of the poet. The charming landscape which I saw this morning, is indubitably made up of some twenty or thirty farms. Miller owns this field, Locke that, and Manning the woodland beyond. But none of them owns the landscape. There is a property in the horizon which no man has but he who eye can integrate all the parts, that is, the poet. This is the best part of the men's farms, yet to this their warranty-deeds give no title.
