Maxioms by William Wordsworth
I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long read more
I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more.
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.
Thought and theory must precede all salutary action; yet action is nobler in itself than either thought or theory.
Thought and theory must precede all salutary action; yet action is nobler in itself than either thought or theory.
