William Wordsworth Quotes: Spade! Thou art a tool of honor in my hands. I press thee, through a yielding soil, with pride. ...

Spade! Thou art a tool of honor in my hands. I press thee, through a yielding soil, with pride. (William Wordsworth)

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William Wordsworth Quotes: Spade! Thou art a tool of honor in my hands. I press thee, through a yielding soil, with pride.

William Wordsworth Quotes: Spade! Thou art a tool of honor in my hands. I press thee, through a yielding soil, with pride.

William Wordsworth Quotes: Spade! Thou art a tool of honor in my hands. I press thee, through a yielding soil, with pride.

William Wordsworth Quotes: Spade! Thou art a tool of honor in my hands. I press thee, through a yielding soil, with pride.

William Wordsworth Quotes: Spade! Thou art a tool of honor in my hands. I press thee, through a yielding soil, with pride.

William Wordsworth Quotes: Spade! Thou art a tool of honor in my hands. I press thee, through a yielding soil, with pride.

William Wordsworth Quotes: Spade! Thou art a tool of honor in my hands. I press thee, through a yielding soil, with pride.

William Wordsworth Quotes: Spade! Thou art a tool of honor in my hands. I press thee, through a yielding soil, with pride.

William Wordsworth Quotes: Spade! Thou art a tool of honor in my hands. I press thee, through a yielding soil, with pride.

William Wordsworth Quotes: Spade! Thou art a tool of honor in my hands. I press thee, through a yielding soil, with pride.

William Wordsworth Quotes: Spade! Thou art a tool of honor in my hands. I press thee, through a yielding soil, with pride.

William Wordsworth Quotes: Spade! Thou art a tool of honor in my hands. I press thee, through a yielding soil, with pride.

William Wordsworth Quotes: Spade! Thou art a tool of honor in my hands. I press thee, through a yielding soil, with pride.

William Wordsworth Quotes: Spade! Thou art a tool of honor in my hands. I press thee, through a yielding soil, with pride.

William Wordsworth Quotes: Spade! Thou art a tool of honor in my hands. I press thee, through a yielding soil, with pride.