William Wordsworth

Pictures deface walls more often than they decorate them.

Pictures deface walls more often than they decorate them.

And she hath smiles to earth unknown--
Smiles that with motion of their own
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And she hath smiles to earth unknown--
Smiles that with motion of their own
Do spread, and sink, and rise.

I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds
With coldness still returning;
Alas! the gratitude of men
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I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds
With coldness still returning;
Alas! the gratitude of men
Hath often left me mourning.

The sweetest thing that ever grew
Beside a human door.

The sweetest thing that ever grew
Beside a human door.

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.