Sad fancies do we then affect, In luxury of disrespect To our own prodigal excess Of too familiar happiness.
William WordsworthAnd homeless near a thousand homes I stood, And near a thousand tables pined and wanted food.
William WordsworthSad fancies do we then affect, In luxury of disrespect To our own prodigal excess Of too familiar happiness.
William WordsworthAnd homeless near a thousand homes I stood, And near a thousand tables pined and wanted food.
William Wordsworth