When from our better selves we have too long
Been parted by the hurrying world, and droop,
Sick of its business, of its pleasures tired,
How gracious, how benign, is Solitude.
~ William Wordsworth
Thursday, January 29, 2026
Solitude
Wednesday, January 28, 2026
Monday, January 26, 2026
Saturday, January 24, 2026
The Rainbow
My heart leaps up when I behold
A Rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a Man;
So be it when I shall grow old,
Or let me die!
The Child is Father of the Man;
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.
~ William Wordsworth
Wednesday, January 21, 2026
Monday, January 19, 2026
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