Maxioms by William Wordsworth
For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes the read more
For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes the still, sad music of humanity.
And when a damp
Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand
The Thing became a read more
And when a damp
Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand
The Thing became a trumpet; whence he blew
Soul-animating strains--alas! too few.
Behold, within the leafy shade,
Those bright blue eggs together laid!
On me the chance-discovered sight
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Behold, within the leafy shade,
Those bright blue eggs together laid!
On me the chance-discovered sight
Gleamed like a vision of delight.
