And often, glad no more, We wear a face of joy because We have been glad of yore.
William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)
Source: The Fountain.
Contributed by: Zaady
Who, doomed to go in company with Pain And Fear and Bloodshed,-miserable train!- Turns his necessity to glorious gain.
Source: Character of the Happy Warrior.
Thou unassuming commonplace Of Nature.
Source: To the same Flower.
How does the meadow-flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free Down to its root, and in that freedom bold.
Source: A Poet! He hath put his Heart to School.
'T is hers to pluck the amaranthine flower Of faith, and round the sufferer's temples bind Wreaths that endure affliction's heaviest shower, And do not shrink from sorrow's keenest wind.
Source: Weak is the Will of Man.
The sweetest thing that ever grew Beside a human door.
Source: Lucy Gray. Stanza 2.
The best of what we do and are, Just God, forgive!
Source: Thoughts suggested on the Banks of the Nith.
Hunt half a day for a forgotten dream.
Source: Hart-leap Well. Part ii.
Small service is true service while it lasts. Of humblest friends, bright creature! scorn not one: The daisy, by the shadow that it casts, Protects the lingering dewdrop from the sun.
Source: To a Child. Written in her Album.
Yon foaming flood seems motionless as ice; Its dizzy turbulence eludes the eye, Frozen by distance.
Source: Address to Kilchurn Castle.
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