Maxioms by William Wordsworth
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.
Like an army defeated
The snow hath retreated,
And now doth fare ill
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Like an army defeated
The snow hath retreated,
And now doth fare ill
On the top of the bare hill;
The Ploughboy is whooping--anon--anon!
There's joy in the mountains:
There's life in the fountains;
Small clouds are sailing,
Blue sky prevailing;
The rain is over and gone.
The swan on still St. Mary's lake
Float double, swan and shadow!
The swan on still St. Mary's lake
Float double, swan and shadow!
Life's cares are comforts; such by heaven design'd
He that has none, must make them or be wretched.
Life's cares are comforts; such by heaven design'd
He that has none, must make them or be wretched.
The bosom-weight, your stubborn gift,
That no philosophy can lift.
The bosom-weight, your stubborn gift,
That no philosophy can lift.
