William Wordsworth ( 10 of 90 )
O joy! that in our embers
Is something that doth live.
O joy! that in our embers
Is something that doth live.
Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.
Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.
We meet thee, like a pleasant thought,
When such are wanted.
We meet thee, like a pleasant thought,
When such are wanted.
Lady of the Mere,
Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance.
Lady of the Mere,
Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance.
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.
And she hath smiles to earth unknown--
Smiles that with motion of their own
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And she hath smiles to earth unknown--
Smiles that with motion of their own
Do spread, and sink, and rise.
Wisdom is ofttimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar.
Wisdom is ofttimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar.
I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds
With coldness still returning;
Alas! the gratitude of men
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I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds
With coldness still returning;
Alas! the gratitude of men
Hath often left me mourning.
The sweetest thing that ever grew
Beside a human door.
The sweetest thing that ever grew
Beside a human door.
