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.

And she hath smiles to earth unknown--
Smiles that with motion of their own
Do spread, and read more

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

Thought and theory must precede all salutary action; yet action is nobler in itself than either thought or theory.

Thought and theory must precede all salutary action; yet action is nobler in itself than either thought or theory.

The child is father of the man.

The child is father of the man.

Golf is a day spent in a round of strenuous idleness.

Golf is a day spent in a round of strenuous idleness.