Maxioms by William Wordsworth
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 bosom-weight, your stubborn gift,
That no philosophy can lift.
The bosom-weight, your stubborn gift,
That no philosophy can lift.
A cheerful life is what the Muses love,
A soaring spirit is their prime delight.
A cheerful life is what the Muses love,
A soaring spirit is their prime delight.
The sweetest thing that ever grew
Beside a human door.
The sweetest thing that ever grew
Beside a human door.
