Maxioms by William Wordsworth
A cheerful life is what the Muses love,
A soaring spirit is their prime delight.
A cheerful life is what the Muses love,
A soaring spirit is their prime delight.
Never to blend our pleasure or our pride
With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.
Never to blend our pleasure or our pride
With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.
Huge and mighty forms that do not live like living men, moved slowly through the mind by day and were read more
Huge and mighty forms that do not live like living men, moved slowly through the mind by day and were trouble to my dreams.
Now when the primrose makes a splendid show,
And lilies face the March-winds in full blow,
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Now when the primrose makes a splendid show,
And lilies face the March-winds in full blow,
And humbler growths as moved with one desire
Put on, to welcome spring, their best attire,
Poor Robin is yet flowerless; but how gay
With his red stalks upon this sunny day!
