Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain That has been, and may be again.
William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)
Source: The Solitary Reaper.
Contributed by: Zaady
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.
But shapes that come not at an earthly call Will not depart when mortal voices bid.
And the most difficult of tasks to keep Heights which the soul is competent to gain.
Source: The Excursion. Book iv.
And when the stream Which overflowed the soul was passed away, A consciousness remained that it had left Deposited upon the silent shore Of memory images and precious thoughts That shall not die, and cannot be destroyed.
Source: The Excursion. Book vii.
To the solid ground Of Nature trusts the mind that builds for aye.
Source: A Volant Tribe of Bards on Earth.
A famous man is Robin Hood, The English ballad-singer's joy.
Source: Rob Roy's Grave.
My eyes are dim with childish tears, My heart is idly stirred, For the same sound is in my ears Which in those days I heard.
Source: The Fountain.
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