Maxioms by William Wordsworth
Thou unassuming Commonplace
Of Nature.
Thou unassuming Commonplace
Of Nature.
We take no note of time
But from its loss.
We take no note of time
But from its loss.
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.
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.
The bosom-weight, your stubborn gift,
That no philosophy can lift.
The bosom-weight, your stubborn gift,
That no philosophy can lift.
