William Wordsworth

And when a damp
Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand
The Thing became a read more

And when a damp
Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand
The Thing became a trumpet; whence he blew
Soul-animating strains--alas! too few.

The bane of all that dread the Devil!

The bane of all that dread the Devil!

Up from the sea, the wild north wind is blowing
Under the sky's gray arch;
Smiling I read more

Up from the sea, the wild north wind is blowing
Under the sky's gray arch;
Smiling I watch the shaken elm boughs, knowing
It is the wind of March.

Sensations sweet,
Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart.

Sensations sweet,
Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart.

One great society alone on earth: the noble living and the noble dead.

One great society alone on earth: the noble living and the noble dead.