But an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night, shall lead thee to thy grave. – William Wordsworth
Father! — to God himself we cannot give a holier name. – William Wordsworth
But an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night, shall lead thee to thy grave. – William Wordsworth
Father! — to God himself we cannot give a holier name. – William Wordsworth
To me the meanest flower that blows can give
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears. – William Wordsworth