William Wordsworth ( 10 of 90 )
O joy! that in our embers
Is something that doth live.
O joy! that in our embers
Is something that doth live.
Lady of the Mere,
Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance.
Lady of the Mere,
Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance.
We meet thee, like a pleasant thought,
When such are wanted.
We meet thee, like a pleasant thought,
When such are wanted.
Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.
Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.
From the body of one guilty deed a thousand ghostly fears and haunting thoughts proceed.
From the body of one guilty deed a thousand ghostly fears and haunting thoughts proceed.
Wisdom is ofttimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar.
Wisdom is ofttimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar.
The sweetest thing that ever grew
Beside a human door.
The sweetest thing that ever grew
Beside a human door.
And she hath smiles to earth unknown--
Smiles that with motion of their own
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And she hath smiles to earth unknown--
Smiles that with motion of their own
Do spread, and sink, and rise.
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.
