But who shall parcel out His intellect by geometric rules, Split like a province into round and square?
William WordsworthThe child is father of the man: And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
William WordsworthA creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
William WordsworthLet the moon shine on the in thy solitary walk; and let the misty mountain-winds be free to blow against thee.
William Wordsworth