More from William Wordsworth

  1. Scorn not the Sonnet; Critic, you have frowned, Mindless of its just honours; with this key Shakespeare unlocked his heart
  2. These feeble and fastidious times.
  3. Type of the wise who soar, but never roam; True to the kindred points of Heaven and Home!
  4. Myriads of daisies have shone forth in flower Near the lark's nest, and in their natural hour Have passed away; less happy than the one Tha…
  5. True beauty dwells in deep retreats, Whose veil is unremoved Till heart with heart in concord beats, And the lover is beloved.
  6. Small service is true service while it lasts. Of humblest friends, bright creature! scorn not one: The daisy, by the shadow that it casts, …
  7. But hushed be every thought that springs From out the bitterness of things.
  8. How does the Meadow-flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free Down to its root, and, in that freedom, bold.

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