"What is good for a bootless bene?" With these dark words begins my tale; And their meaning is, Whence can comfort spring When prayer is of no avail?
William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)
Source: Force of Prayer.
Contributed by: Zaady
The imperfect offices of prayer and praise.
Source: The Excursion. Book i.
The primal duties shine aloft, like stars; The charities that soothe and heal and bless Are scattered at the feet of man like flowers.
Source: The Excursion. Book ix.
A primrose by a river's brim A yellow primrose was to him, And it was nothing more.
Source: Peter Bell. Part i. Stanza 12.
Sad fancies do we then affect, In luxury of disrespect To our own prodigal excess Of too familiar happiness.
Source: Ode to Lycoris.
The harvest of a quiet eye, That broods and sleeps on his own heart.
Source: A Poet's Epitaph. Stanza 13.
The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose.
Source: Intimations of Immortality. Stanza 2.
But how can he expect that others should Build for him, sow for him, and at his call Love him, who for himself will take no heed at all?
Source: Resolution and Independence. Stanza 6.
That kill the bloom before its time, And blanch, without the owner's crime, The most resplendent hair.
Source: Lament of Mary Queen of Scots.
The poet's darling.
Source: To the Daisy.
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