William Wordsworth

What is pride? A whizzing rocket that would emulate a star.

What is pride? A whizzing rocket that would emulate a star.

Meek Nature's evening comment on the shows
That for oblivion that their daily birth
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Meek Nature's evening comment on the shows
That for oblivion that their daily birth
From all the fuming vanities of earth.

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.

Wrongs unredressed, or insults unavenged.

Wrongs unredressed, or insults unavenged.

Like an army defeated
The snow hath retreated,
And now doth fare ill
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Like an army defeated
The snow hath retreated,
And now doth fare ill
On the top of the bare hill;
The Ploughboy is whooping--anon--anon!
There's joy in the mountains:
There's life in the fountains;
Small clouds are sailing,
Blue sky prevailing;
The rain is over and gone.