Maxioms by William Wordsworth
A host of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
A host of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
The bane of all that dread the Devil!
The bane of all that dread the Devil!
We take no note of time
But from its loss.
We take no note of time
But from its loss.
The primal duties shine aloft, like stars;
The charities that soothe, and heal, and bless
Are scattered read more
The primal duties shine aloft, like stars;
The charities that soothe, and heal, and bless
Are scattered at the feet of Man, like flowers.
The marble index of a mind forever
Voyaging through strange seas of thought, alone.
The marble index of a mind forever
Voyaging through strange seas of thought, alone.
