Maxioms by William Wordsworth
The soft blue sky did never melt
Into his heart; he never felt
The witching of the read more
The soft blue sky did never melt
Into his heart; he never felt
The witching of the soft blue sky!
Like--but oh! how different!
Like--but oh! how different!
He could afford to suffer
With those whom he saw suffer.
He could afford to suffer
With those whom he saw suffer.
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.
That best portion of a good man's life, His little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love.
That best portion of a good man's life, His little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love.
