William Wordsworth ( 10 of 90 )
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.
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.
There's something in a flying horse,
There's something in a huge balloon.
There's something in a flying horse,
There's something in a huge balloon.
Meek Walton's heavenly memory.
Meek Walton's heavenly memory.
Thou unassuming Commonplace
Of Nature.
Thou unassuming Commonplace
Of Nature.
Sensations sweet,
Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart.
Sensations sweet,
Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart.
Stay, little cheerful Robin! stay,
And at my easement sing,
Though it should prove a farewell lay
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Stay, little cheerful Robin! stay,
And at my easement sing,
Though it should prove a farewell lay
And this our parting spring.
. . . .
Then, little Bird, this boon confer,
Come, and my requiem sing,
Nor fail to be the harbinger
Of everlasting spring.
She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove,
A maid whom there were none read more
She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove,
A maid whom there were none to praise
And very few to love.
Wrongs unredressed, or insults unavenged.
Wrongs unredressed, or insults unavenged.
