The place became full of a watchful intentness now; for when other things sank blooding to sleep the heath appeared slowly to awake and listen.

In fact, precisely at this transitional point of its nightly roll into darkness the great and particular glory of the Egdon waste began, and nobody could be sa…

The great inviolate place had an ancient permanence which the sea cannot claim. Who can say of a particular sea that it is old? Distilled by the sun, kneaded b…

Overhead the hollow stretch of whitish cloud shutting out the sky was as a tent which had the whole heath for its floor.

She has no strong white arms to fold you, But the ten-times-fingering weed to hold you - Out on the rocks where the tide has rolled you.

My job is to save the fucking wilderness. I don't know anything else worth saving.

When I set out for Lyonnesse, A hundred miles away, The rime was on the spray, And starlight lit my lonesomeness.