Maxioms by William Wordsworth
Like--but oh! how different!
Like--but oh! how different!
The cattle are grazing,
Their heads never raising:
There are forty feeding like one!
The cattle are grazing,
Their heads never raising:
There are forty feeding like one!
Now when the primrose makes a splendid show,
And lilies face the March-winds in full blow,
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Now when the primrose makes a splendid show,
And lilies face the March-winds in full blow,
And humbler growths as moved with one desire
Put on, to welcome spring, their best attire,
Poor Robin is yet flowerless; but how gay
With his red stalks upon this sunny day!
The marble index of a mind forever
Voyaging through strange seas of thought, alone.
The marble index of a mind forever
Voyaging through strange seas of thought, alone.
And hark! how blithe the throstle sings!
He, too, is no mean preacher:
Come forth into the read more
And hark! how blithe the throstle sings!
He, too, is no mean preacher:
Come forth into the light of things,
Let Nature be your teacher.
