Maxioms by William Wordsworth
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.
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.
Like--but oh! how different!
Like--but oh! how different!
Bright flowers, whose home is everywhere
Bold in maternal nature's care
And all the long year through read more
Bright flowers, whose home is everywhere
Bold in maternal nature's care
And all the long year through the heir
Of joy and sorrow,
Methinks that there abides in thee
Some concord with humanity,
Given to no other flower I see
The forest through.
A few strong instincts and a few plain rules.
A few strong instincts and a few plain rules.
