William Wordsworth ( 10 of 90 )
My eyes are dim with childish tears,
My heart is idly stirred,
For the same sound is read more
My eyes are dim with childish tears,
My heart is idly stirred,
For the same sound is in my ears
Which in those days I heard.
I heard a Stock-dove sing or say
His homely tale, this very day;
His voice was buried read more
I heard a Stock-dove sing or say
His homely tale, this very day;
His voice was buried among trees,
Yet to be come at by the breeze:
He did not cease; but cooed--and cooed:
And somewhat pensively he wooed:
He sang of love, with quiet blending,
Slow to begin, and never ending;
Of serious faith, and inward glee;
That was the song,--the song for me!
Faith is a passionate intuition.
Faith is a passionate intuition.
He could afford to suffer
With those whom he saw suffer.
He could afford to suffer
With those whom he saw suffer.
Stern Daughter of the Voice of God.
Stern Daughter of the Voice of God.
Up from the sea, the wild north wind is blowing
Under the sky's gray arch;
Smiling I read more
Up from the sea, the wild north wind is blowing
Under the sky's gray arch;
Smiling I watch the shaken elm boughs, knowing
It is the wind of March.
Golf is a day spent in a round of strenuous idleness.
Golf is a day spent in a round of strenuous idleness.
Sweet Mercy! to the gates of Heaven
This minstrel lead, his sins forgiven;
The rueful conflict, the read more
Sweet Mercy! to the gates of Heaven
This minstrel lead, his sins forgiven;
The rueful conflict, the heart riven
With vain endeavour,
And memory of earth's bitter leaven
Effaced forever.
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.
In modern business it is not the crook who is to be feared most, it is the honest man who read more
In modern business it is not the crook who is to be feared most, it is the honest man who doesn't know what he is doing.
