Meek Walton's heavenly memory.
Interpretation
This quote reflects on the legacy and influence of Meek Walton, emphasizing the lasting impact of individuals on the world.
William Wordsworth honors the memory of Meek Walton, indicating that the virtues and qualities of a great person can leave a profound and enduring impression on humanity. Through this tribute, Wordsworth suggests that the essence of a person can transcend time, inspiring others and shaping thoughts long after they are gone.
In practice
This quote can be shared during a memorial service to celebrate a person's life.
For mightier far_x000D_ _x000D_ Than strength of nerve or sinew, or the sway_x000D_ _x000D_ Of magic potent over sun and star,_x000D_ _x000D_ Is love, though oft to agony distrest,_x000D_ _x000D_ And though his favourite be feeble woman's breast.
By all means sometimes be alone; salute thyself; see what thy soul doth wear; dare to look in thy chest; and tumble up and down what thou findest there.
There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,_x000D_ _x000D_ The earth, and every common sight,_x000D_ _x000D_ To me did seem_x000D_ _x000D_ Apparelled in celestial light,_x000D_ _x000D_ The glory and the freshness of a dream.
Books are yours, Within whose silent chambers treasure lies Preserved from age to age; more precious far Than that accumulated store of gold And orient gems, which, for a day of need, The Sultan hides deep in ancestral tombs. These hoards of truth you can unlock at will.
The world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! The Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune.
Shalt show us how divine a thing A woman may be made.
Nothing is miserable unless you think it so.
I wanted us to share the sense that the number of wrong moves far exceeds the number of good moves, to share the frightening instability of the correct decision, to bond in being confounded.
Grace is the pleasure of God to magnify the worth of God by giving sinners the right and power to delight in God without obscuring the glory of God.
So which is the lie? Hard or soft? Silence or time?
Our enemy is by tradition our savior, in preventing us from superficiality.
I drew it over my skin like a violins bow, No one would ever hear the song of my shame.
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