Maxioms by William Wordsworth
Never to blend our pleasure or our pride
With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.
Never to blend our pleasure or our pride
With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.
List--'twas the cuckoo--O, with what delight
Heard I that voice! and catch it now, though faint,
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List--'twas the cuckoo--O, with what delight
Heard I that voice! and catch it now, though faint,
Far off and faint, and melting into air,
Yet not to be mistaken. Hark again!
Those louder cries give notice that the bird,
Although invisible as Echo's self,
Is wheeling hitherward.
Be wise to-day; 'tis madness to defer.
Be wise to-day; 'tis madness to defer.
The holy time is quiet as a Nun
Breathless with adoration.
The holy time is quiet as a Nun
Breathless with adoration.
One great society alone on earth: the noble living and the noble dead.
One great society alone on earth: the noble living and the noble dead.
