Maxioms by William Wordsworth
And beauty, for confiding youth,
Those shocks of passion can prepare
That kill the bloom before its read more
And beauty, for confiding youth,
Those shocks of passion can prepare
That kill the bloom before its time,
And blanch, without the owner's crime,
The most resplendent hair.
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts bring sad thoughts to the mind.
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts bring sad thoughts to the mind.
The bane of all that dread the Devil!
The bane of all that dread the Devil!
The sweetest thing that ever grew
Beside a human door.
The sweetest thing that ever grew
Beside a human door.
Two voices are there; one is of the sea,
One of the mountains: each a mighty Voice.
Two voices are there; one is of the sea,
One of the mountains: each a mighty Voice.