Fear is a cloak which old men huddle about their love, as if to keep it warm. – William Wordsworth
Thou unassuming common-place of Nature, with that homely face. – William Wordsworth
Fear is a cloak which old men huddle about their love, as if to keep it warm. – William Wordsworth
Thou unassuming common-place of Nature, with that homely face. – William Wordsworth
That though the radiance which was once so bright be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, glory in the flower. We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind. – William Wordsworth