Maxioms by William Wordsworth
The bosom-weight, your stubborn gift,
That no philosophy can lift.
The bosom-weight, your stubborn gift,
That no philosophy can lift.
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.
Much converse do I find in thee,
Historian of my infancy!
Float near me; do not yet read more
Much converse do I find in thee,
Historian of my infancy!
Float near me; do not yet depart!
Dead times revive in thee:
Thou bring'st, gay creature as thou art!
A solemn image to my heart.
Meek Walton's heavenly memory.
Meek Walton's heavenly memory.
At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears,
Hangs a thrush that sings loud, it has sung for read more
At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears,
Hangs a thrush that sings loud, it has sung for three years.