Maxioms by William Wordsworth
Hail to thee, far above the rest
In joy of voice and pinion!
Thou, linnet! in thy read more
Hail to thee, far above the rest
In joy of voice and pinion!
Thou, linnet! in thy green array,
Presiding spirit here to-day,
Dost lead the revels of the May;
And this is thy dominion.
The intellectual power, through words and things,
Went sounding on, a dim and perilous way!
The intellectual power, through words and things,
Went sounding on, 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.
The bane of all that dread the Devil!
The bane of all that dread the Devil!
O joy! that in our embers
Is something that doth live.
O joy! that in our embers
Is something that doth live.
