The sweetest thing that ever grew Beside a human door.
William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)
Source: Lucy Gray. Stanza 2.
Contributed by: Zaady
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.
The gentle Lady married to the Moor, And heavenly Una with her milk-white lamb.
Source: Personal Talk. Stanza 3.
Every gift of noble origin Is breathed upon by Hope's perpetual breath.
Source: These Times strike Monied Worldlings.
And often, glad no more, We wear a face of joy because We have been glad of yore.
Source: The Fountain.
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.
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