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“The dawn is my Assyria; the sun-set and moon-rise my Paphos, and unimaginable realms of faerie; broad noon shall be my England of the senses and the understanding; the night shall be my Germany of mystic philosophy and dreams.”

Quote by Ralph Waldo Emerson

Book:Nature
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Nature

Nature is a renowned scientific journal that has been published continuously since 1869. It is known for its peer-reviewed research articles and its significant impact on the fields of science and environmental studies. more

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Ralph Waldo Emerson
Ralph Waldo Emerson

American essayist, poet, and philosopher. Born on May 25, 1803, and died on April 27, 1882. Known for his transcendentalist philosophy, his works have had a profound impact on literature and the intellectual world. more

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