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.
William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)
Source: To a Child. Written in her Album.
Contributed by: Zaady
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.
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.
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