Maxioms by William Wordsworth
Wrongs unredressed, or insults unavenged.
Wrongs unredressed, or insults unavenged.
Like an army defeated
The snow hath retreated,
And now doth fare ill
On read more
Like an army defeated
The snow hath retreated,
And now doth fare ill
On the top of the bare hill;
The Ploughboy is whooping--anon--anon!
There's joy in the mountains:
There's life in the fountains;
Small clouds are sailing,
Blue sky prevailing;
The rain is over and gone.
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.
Two voices are there; one is of the sea,
One of the mountains: each a mighty Voice.
Two voices are there; one is of the sea,
One of the mountains: each a mighty Voice.
The feather, whence the pen
Was shaped that traced the lives of these good men,
Dropped from read more
The feather, whence the pen
Was shaped that traced the lives of these good men,
Dropped from an Angel's wing.
