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.
The feather, whence the pen Was shaped that traced the lives of these good men, Dropped from an angel's wing.
Source: Part iii. v. Walton's Book of Lives.
Men who can hear the Decalogue, and feel To self-reproach.
Source: The Old Cumberland Beggar.
Alas! how little can a moment show Of an eye where feeling plays In ten thousand dewy rays: A face o'er which a thousand shadows go!
Source: The Triad.
The fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world Have hung upon the beatings of my heart.
Source: Lines completed a few miles above Tintern Abbey.
Drink, pretty creature, drink!
Source: The Pet Lamb.
The Eagle, he was lord above, And Rob was lord below.
Source: Rob Roy's Grave.
One that would peep and botanize Upon his mother's grave.
Source: A Poet's Epitaph. Stanza 5.
As in the eye of Nature he has lived, So in the eye of Nature let him die!
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