The moving accident is not my trade; To freeze the blood I have no ready arts: 'Tis my delight, alone in summer shade, To pipe a simple song for thinking hearts.
William WordsworthType of the wise who soar but never roam, True to the kindred points of heaven and home.
William WordsworthYet tears to human suffering are due; And mortal hopes defeated and o'erthrown Are mourned by man, and not by man alone.
William WordsworthI am already kindly disposed towards you. My friendship it is not in my power to give: this is a gift which no man can make, it is not in our own power: a sound and healthy friendship is the growth of time and circumstance, it will spring up and thrive like a wildflower when these favour, and when they do not, it is in vain to look for it.
William Wordsworth