Fear is a cloak which old men huddle about their love, as if to keep it warm. – William Wordsworth
Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher. – William Wordsworth
Fear is a cloak which old men huddle about their love, as if to keep it warm. – William Wordsworth
Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher. – William Wordsworth
Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity. – William Wordsworth
But an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night, shall lead thee to thy grave. – William Wordsworth