第一篇：Unit 3 Nature節(jié)選大全

To go into solitude, a man needs to retire as much from his chamber as from society…

When we speak of nature in this manner, we have a distinct but most poetical sense 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…

To speak truly, few adult persons can see nature.Most persons do not see the sun.At least they have a very superficial seeing.The sun illuminates only the eye of the man, but shines into the eye and the heart of the child.The lover of nature is he whose inward and outward senses are still truly adjusted to each other;who has retained the spirit of infancy even into the era of manhood.His intercourse with heaven and earth becomes part of his daily food.In the presence of nature, a wild delight runs through the man, in spite of real sorrows.Nature says, he is my creature, and maugre all his impertinent griefs, he shall be glad with me.Not the sun or the summer alone, but every hour and season yields its tribute of delight;for every hour and change corresponds to and authorizes a different state of the mind, from breathless noon to grimmest midnight.Nature is a setting that fits equally well a comic or a mourning piece…

In the woods, we return to reason and faith.There I feel that nothing can befall me in life, no disgrace, no calamity,(leaving me my eyes,)which nature cannot repair.Standing on the bare ground, my head bathed by the blithe air, and uplifted into infinite space, all mean egotism vanishes.I become a transparent eye-ball;I am nothing;I see all;the currents of the Universal Being circulate through me;I am part or particle of God.The name of the nearest friend sounds then foreign and accidental: to be brothers, to be acquaintances, master or servant, is then a trifle and a disturbance.I am the lover of uncontained and immortal beauty.In the wilderness, I find something more dear and connate than in streets or villages.In the tranquil landscape, and especially in the distant line of the horizon, man beholds somewhat as beautiful as his own nature.(Nature, Ralph Waldo Emerson)