William Wordsworth

I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long read more

I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more.

Small service is true service while it lasts:
Of humblest friends, bright Creature! scorn not one;
The read more

Small service is true service while it lasts:
Of humblest friends, bright Creature! scorn not one;
The Daisy, by the shadow that it casts,
Protects the lingering dew drop from 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.

Once did she hold the gorgeous East in fee,
And was the safeguard of the West.

Once did she hold the gorgeous East in fee,
And was the safeguard of the West.

From the body of one guilty deed a thousand ghostly fears and haunting thoughts proceed.

From the body of one guilty deed a thousand ghostly fears and haunting thoughts proceed.