William Wordsworth

The marble index of a mind forever
Voyaging through strange seas of thought, alone.

The marble index of a mind forever
Voyaging through strange seas of thought, alone.

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.

Art thou the bird whom Man loves best,
The pious bird with the scarlet breast,
Our little read more

Art thou the bird whom Man loves best,
The pious bird with the scarlet breast,
Our little English Robin;
The bird that comes about our doors
When autumn winds are sobbing?

We take no note of time
But from its loss.

We take no note of time
But from its loss.

We meet thee, like a pleasant thought,
When such are wanted.

We meet thee, like a pleasant thought,
When such are wanted.