The daisy, by the shadow that it casts, Protects the lingering dewdrop from the sun.
William WordsworthThe clouds that gather round the setting sun, Do take a sober colouring from an eye, That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality.
William WordsworthScience appears but what in truth she is, Not as our glory and our absolute boast, But as a succedaneum, and a prop To our infirmity.
William WordsworthHis high endeavours are an inward light That makes the path before him always bright.
William Wordsworth