Maxioms by William Wordsworth
And hear the mighty stream of tendency
Uttering, for elevation of our thought,
A clear sonorous voice, read more
And hear the mighty stream of tendency
Uttering, for elevation of our thought,
A clear sonorous voice, inaudible
To the vast multitude.
From Stirling Castle we had seen
The mazy Forth unravelled;
Had trod the banks of Clyde and read more
From Stirling Castle we had seen
The mazy Forth unravelled;
Had trod the banks of Clyde and Tay,
And with the Tweed had travelled;
And when we came to Clovenford,
Then said "my winsome marrow,"
"Whate'er betide, we'll turn aside,
And see the braes of Yarrow."
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.
There's something in a flying horse,
There's something in a huge balloon.
There's something in a flying horse,
There's something in a huge balloon.
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.
