What did William Wordsworth mean by: Bliss it was in that dawn to be alive But to be young was very heaven. - William Wordsworth Poet · England Copy
+ Choice word and measured phrase above the reach Of ordinary men. Feraz Zeid, December 14, 2023January 10, 2024, William Wordsworth, Eloquence, Language, Superiority, 0 - William Wordsworth Poet · England
+ Faith is a passionate intuition. Feraz Zeid, October 10, 2023December 26, 2023, William Wordsworth, Faith, Spiritual Life, Wisdom, 0 - William Wordsworth Poet · England
+ Be mild, and cleave to gentle things, thy glory and thy happiness be there. Feraz Zeid, December 14, 2023January 10, 2024, William Wordsworth, Gentleness, Happiness, 0 - William Wordsworth Poet · England
+ A lake carries you into recesses of feeling otherwise impenetrable. Feraz Zeid, December 14, 2023January 10, 2024, William Wordsworth, Emotion, Exploration, 0 - William Wordsworth Poet · England
+ Love betters what is best Feraz Zeid, September 22, 2023December 24, 2023, William Wordsworth, God, 0 - William Wordsworth Poet · England
+ Hope smiled when your nativity was cast,Children of Summer! Feraz Zeid, October 5, 2023December 26, 2023, William Wordsworth, Casts, Children, Summer, 0 - William Wordsworth Poet · England
+ Small service is true service, while it lasts. Feraz Zeid, July 19, 2023December 12, 2023, William Wordsworth, 0 - William Wordsworth Poet · England
+ What is pride? A rocket that emulates the stars. Feraz Zeid, September 24, 2023December 24, 2023, William Wordsworth, Pride, Rockets, Stars, 0 - William Wordsworth Poet · England
The joy of youth is to disobey; but the trouble is that there are no longer any orders. - Jean Cocteau Artist · France
Art made by the people for the people, as a joy to the maker and the user. - William Morris Designer · England
There was a time when the young of many clans joined together to make new clans. - Jean M. Auel Author
What makes old age so sad is, not that our joys, but that our hopes then cease. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
It is not the end of joy that makes old age so sad, but the end of hope. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
Joy descends gently upon us like the evening dew, and does not patter down like a hailstorm. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
When I was young I pitied the old. Now old, it is the young I pity. - Jean Rostand Biologist · France
