Maxioms by William Wordsworth
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.
How commentators each dark passage shun,
And hold their farthing candle to the sun.
How commentators each dark passage shun,
And hold their farthing candle to the sun.
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.
The intellectual power, through words and things,
Went sounding on, a dim and perilous way!
The intellectual power, through words and things,
Went sounding on, a dim and perilous way!
