William Wordsworth

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.

Once did she hold the gorgeous East in fee,
And was the safeguard of the West.

Once did she hold the gorgeous East in fee,
And was the safeguard of the West.

Be wise to-day; 'tis madness to defer.

Be wise to-day; 'tis madness to defer.

Of vast circumference and gloom profound,
This solitary Tree! A living thing
Produced too slowly ever to read more

Of vast circumference and gloom profound,
This solitary Tree! A living thing
Produced too slowly ever to decay;
Of form and aspect too magnificent
To be destroyed.

The cattle are grazing,
Their heads never raising:
There are forty feeding like one!

The cattle are grazing,
Their heads never raising:
There are forty feeding like one!