Not without hope we suffer and we mourn. – William Wordsworth
Golf is a day spent in a round of strenuous idleness. – William Wordsworth
Not without hope we suffer and we mourn. – William Wordsworth
Golf is a day spent in a round of strenuous idleness. – William Wordsworth
How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that freedom bold. – William Wordsworth
Thou unassuming common-place of Nature, with that homely face. – William Wordsworth