Ah, what a warning for a thoughtless man, Could field or grove, could any spot of earth, Show to his eye an image of the pangs Which it hath witnessed,-render back an echo Of the sad steps by which it hath been trod!
William WordsworthNe'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at his own sweet will; Dear God! the very houses seem asleep; And all that mighty heart is lying still!
William WordsworthBecause the good old rule Sufficeth them,-the simple plan, That they should take who have the power, And they should keep who can.
William WordsworthA simple child. That lightly draws its breath. And feels its life in every limb. What should it know of death?
William Wordsworth