William Wordsworth

Three sleepless nights I passed in sounding on,
Through words and things, a dim and perilous way.

Three sleepless nights I passed in sounding on,
Through words and things, a dim and perilous way.

In modern business it is not the crook who is to be feared most, it is the honest man who read more

In modern business it is not the crook who is to be feared most, it is the honest man who doesn't know what he is doing.

Once did she hold the gorgeous East in fee,
And was the safeguard of the West.

Once did she hold the gorgeous East in fee,
And was the safeguard of the West.

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!

We take no note of time
But from its loss.

We take no note of time
But from its loss.