Maxioms by William Wordsworth
How commentators each dark passage shun,
And hold their farthing candle to the sun.
How commentators each dark passage shun,
And hold their farthing candle to the sun.
A cheerful life is what the Muses love,
A soaring spirit is their prime delight.
A cheerful life is what the Muses love,
A soaring spirit is their prime delight.
Stay, little cheerful Robin! stay,
And at my easement sing,
Though it should prove a farewell lay
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Stay, little cheerful Robin! stay,
And at my easement sing,
Though it should prove a farewell lay
And this our parting spring.
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Then, little Bird, this boon confer,
Come, and my requiem sing,
Nor fail to be the harbinger
Of everlasting spring.
Who art a light to guide, a rod
To check the erring, and reprove.
Who art a light to guide, a rod
To check the erring, and reprove.
The intellectual power, through words and things,
Went sounding on, a dim and perilous way!
The intellectual power, through words and things,
Went sounding on, a dim and perilous way!
