Maxioms by William Wordsworth
We meet thee, like a pleasant thought,
When such are wanted.
We meet thee, like a pleasant thought,
When such are wanted.
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.
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.
What is pride? A whizzing rocket that would emulate a star.
What is pride? A whizzing rocket that would emulate a star.
Thoughts shut up want air,
And spoil like bales unopen'd to the sun.
Thoughts shut up want air,
And spoil like bales unopen'd to the sun.