To be a Prodigal's favourite,-then, worse truth, A Miser's pensioner,-behold our lot!
William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)
Source: The Small Celandine.
Contributed by: Zaady
Until a man might travel twelve stout miles, Or reap an acre of his neighbor's corn.
Source: The Brothers.
I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils.
Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at his own sweet will; Dear God! the very houses seem asleep; And all that mighty heart is lying still!
Source: Earth has not anything to show more fair.
Of all that is most beauteous, imaged there In happier beauty; more pellucid streams, An ampler ether, a diviner air, And fields invested with purpureal gleams.
O Cuckoo! shall I call thee bird, Or but a wandering voice?
Source: To the Cuckoo.
Wisdom is ofttimes nearer when we stoop Than when we soar,
Source: The Excursion. Book iii., 1798
Wisdom married to immortal verse.
Source: The Excursion. Book vii.
Give unto me, made lowly wise, The spirit of self-sacrifice; The confidence of reason give, And in the light of truth thy bondman let me live!
Source: Ode to Duty.
And he is oft the wisest man Who is not wise at all.
Source: The Oak and the Broom.
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