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But to the few travelers who are in earnest—true lovers of the truth and beauty of wilderness—we would say, Heed nothing you have heard; put no questions to "agent," or guide-book, or dearest friend; cast away your watches and almanacs, and go at once to our garden-wilds—the more planless and ignorant the better. Drift away confidingly into the broad gulf-streams of Nature, helmed only by instinct.

John Muir, from Twenty Hill Hollow


The partridge loves the fruitful fells,
The plover loves the mountains;
The woodcock haunts the lonely dells,
The soaring hern the fountains:
Thro' lofty groves the cushat roves,
The path of man to shun it;
The hazel bush o'erhangs the thrush,
The spreading thorn the linnet.

Robert Burns, from "Song Composed in August"


Ah, for just one time I would take the Northwest Passage
To find the hand of Franklin reaching for the Beaufort Sea;
Tracing one warm line through a land so wild and savage
And make a Northwest Passage to the sea.

Stan Rogers, chorus from "Northwest Passage"


Ratatosk heter ekorren,
som ränna skall
på Yggdrasils ask;
örnens ord
skall han uppifrån bära
och säga dem för Nidhogg där nere.

Grimnismál, stanza 32


Earth, stones, and thorns of the wild ground growing,
While the sun and the rain live, these shall be;
Till a last wind's breath, upon all these blowing,
Roll the sea.

Algernon Swinburne, from "A Forsaken Garden"


Cynargf nccrne gb zbir fybjyl;
Gerrf, va gur jvagre, ner oner;
Qrzbaf cbffrff zber guna gbnfgref;
Fbpxf orunir fgenatryl va qelref.
Gurfr ner nyy guvatf V oryvrir va.

(whfg qrsrngvat frnepu ratvarf -- gurer'f ab fvtavsvpnapr gb gur ebg13)


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