William Wordsworth

The holy time is quiet as a Nun
Breathless with adoration.

The holy time is quiet as a Nun
Breathless with adoration.

How commentators each dark passage shun,
And hold their farthing candle to the sun.

How commentators each dark passage shun,
And hold their farthing candle to the sun.

At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears,
Hangs a thrush that sings loud, it has sung for read more

At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears,
Hangs a thrush that sings loud, it has sung for three years.

I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds
With coldness still returning;
Alas! the gratitude of men
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I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds
With coldness still returning;
Alas! the gratitude of men
Hath often left me mourning.

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.