‘Oh there is a blessing in this gentle breeze That blows from the green fields and from the clouds And from the sky; it beats against my cheek, And seems half-conscious of the joy it gives.’ William Wordsworth
‘Oh there is a blessing in this gentle breeze That blows from the green fields and from the clouds And from the sky; it beats against my cheek, And seems half-conscious of the joy it gives.’ William Wordsworth
Home-Thoughts, from Abroad Oh, to be in EnglandNow that April’s there,And whoever wakes in EnglandSees, some morning, unaware,That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheafRound the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf,While the chaffinch sings on the orchard boughIn England—now! And after April, when May follows,And the whitethroat builds, and all the swallows!Hark, where my …
“Be an opener of doors” ― Ralph Waldo Emerson
October O hushed October morning mild, Thy leaves have ripened to the fall; Tomorrow’s wind, if it be wild, Should waste them all. The crows above the forest call; Tomorrow they may form and go. O hushed October morning mild, Begin the hours of this day slow. Make the day seem to us less brief. …
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