Yet sometimes, when the secret cup Of still and serious thought went round, It seemed as if he drank it up, He felt with spirit so profound.
William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)
Source: see Matthew 26:27-28
Contributed by: Zaady
There is a comfort in the strength of love: 'Twill make a thing endurable, which else Would overset the brain, or break the heart.
The bosom-weight, your stubborn gift, That no philosophy can lift.
A Briton even in love should be A subject, not a slave!
Source: Ere with Cold Beads of Midnight Dew.
The clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality.
Source: Intimations of Immortality. Stanza 11.
Let beeves and home-bred kine partake The sweets of Burn-mill meadow; The swan on still St. Mary's Lake Float double, swan and shadow!
Source: Yarrow Unvisited.
Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain That has been, and may be again.
Source: The Solitary Reaper.
A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
Source: She was a Phantom of Delight.
Spade! with which Wilkinson hath tilled his lands, And shaped these pleasant walks by Emont's side, Thou art a tool of honor in my hands, I press thee, through a yielding soil, with pride.
Spires whose "silent finger points to heaven."
Source: The Excursion. Book vi.
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