Maxioms by William Wordsworth
We take no note of time
But from its loss.
We take no note of time
But from its loss.
Small service is true service while it lasts:
Of humblest friends, bright Creature! scorn not one;
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Small service is true service while it lasts:
Of humblest friends, bright Creature! scorn not one;
The Daisy, by the shadow that it casts,
Protects the lingering dew drop from the Sun.
Sensations sweet,
Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart.
Sensations sweet,
Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart.
