William Wordsworth ( 10 of 90 )
Why should not grave Philosophy be styled.
Herself, a dreamer of a kindred stock,
A dreamer, yet read more
Why should not grave Philosophy be styled.
Herself, a dreamer of a kindred stock,
A dreamer, yet more spiritless and dull?
Meek Nature's evening comment on the shows
That for oblivion that their daily birth
From all the read more
Meek Nature's evening comment on the shows
That for oblivion that their daily birth
From all the fuming vanities of earth.
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.
Never did sun more beautifully steep
In his first splendor, valley, rock, or hill;
Ne'er saw I, read more
Never did sun more beautifully steep
In his first splendor, valley, rock, or hill;
Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!
The river glideth at his own sweet will.
Dear God! the very houses seem asleep;
And all that mighty heart is lying still.
I look for ghosts; but none will force
Their way to me; 'tis falsely said
That even read more
I look for ghosts; but none will force
Their way to me; 'tis falsely said
That even there was intercourse
Between the living and the dead.
List--'twas the cuckoo--O, with what delight
Heard I that voice! and catch it now, though faint,
Far read more
List--'twas the cuckoo--O, with what delight
Heard I that voice! and catch it now, though faint,
Far off and faint, and melting into air,
Yet not to be mistaken. Hark again!
Those louder cries give notice that the bird,
Although invisible as Echo's self,
Is wheeling hitherward.
Much converse do I find in thee,
Historian of my infancy!
Float near me; do not yet read more
Much converse do I find in thee,
Historian of my infancy!
Float near me; do not yet depart!
Dead times revive in thee:
Thou bring'st, gay creature as thou art!
A solemn image to my heart.
Give unto me, made lowly wise,
The spirit of self-sacrifice;
The confidence of reason give;
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Give unto me, made lowly wise,
The spirit of self-sacrifice;
The confidence of reason give;
And in the light of truth thy
Bondman let me live!
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.
Meek Walton's heavenly memory.
Meek Walton's heavenly memory.
