Maxioms by William Wordsworth
What is pride? A whizzing rocket that would emulate a star.
What is pride? A whizzing rocket that would emulate a star.
And when a damp
Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand
The Thing became a read more
And when a damp
Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand
The Thing became a trumpet; whence he blew
Soul-animating strains--alas! too few.
But hearing oftentimes
The still, sad music of humanity.
But hearing oftentimes
The still, sad music of humanity.
On that best portion of a good man's life,
His little, nameless, unremembered acts
Of kindness and read more
On that best portion of a good man's life,
His little, nameless, unremembered acts
Of kindness and of love.
How blessings brighten as they take their flight.
How blessings brighten as they take their flight.
