Maxioms by William Wordsworth
The child is father of the man.
The child is father of the man.
The holy time is quiet as a Nun
Breathless with adoration.
The holy time is quiet as a Nun
Breathless with adoration.
Stern Daughter of the Voice of God.
Stern Daughter of the Voice of God.
Sad fancies do we then affect,
In luxury of disrespect
To our own prodigal excess
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Sad fancies do we then affect,
In luxury of disrespect
To our own prodigal excess
Of too familiar happiness.
Up from the sea, the wild north wind is blowing
Under the sky's gray arch;
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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.
