Maxioms by William Wordsworth
Wrongs unredressed, or insults unavenged.
Wrongs unredressed, or insults unavenged.
Three sleepless nights I passed in sounding on,
Through words and things, a dim and perilous way.
Three sleepless nights I passed in sounding on,
Through words and things, a dim and perilous way.
Faith is a passionate intuition.
Faith is a passionate intuition.
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.
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.
