Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart. – William Wordsworth
But an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night, shall lead thee to thy grave. – William Wordsworth
Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart. – William Wordsworth
But an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night, shall lead thee to thy grave. – William Wordsworth
To me the meanest flower that blows can give
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears. – William Wordsworth