Golf is a day spent in a round of strenuous idleness. – William Wordsworth
That best portion of a mans life, his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love. – William Wordsworth
Golf is a day spent in a round of strenuous idleness. – William Wordsworth
That best portion of a mans life, his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love. – William Wordsworth
A lake carries you into recesses of feeling otherwise impenetrable. – William Wordsworth
Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility. – William Wordsworth