Maxioms by 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.
On that best portion of a good man's life,
His little, nameless, unremembered acts
Of kindness and read more
On that best portion of a good man's life,
His little, nameless, unremembered acts
Of kindness and of love.
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.
Hail to the crown by Freedom shaped--to gird
An English sovereign's brow! and to the throne
Whereon read more
Hail to the crown by Freedom shaped--to gird
An English sovereign's brow! and to the throne
Whereon he sits! whose deep foundations lie
In veneration and the people's love.
The sweetest thing that ever grew
Beside a human door.
The sweetest thing that ever grew
Beside a human door.
