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But thou that didst appear so fair To fond imagination, Dost rival in the light of day Her delicate creation.

William Wordsworth

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A perfect woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With something of angelic light.
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Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.
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What we have loved Others will love And we will teach them how.
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That inward eye/ Which is the bliss of solitude.
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There is a comfort in the strength of love; ‘Twill make a thing endurable, which else would overset the brain, or break the heart.
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Poetry is the first and last of all knowledge – it is as immortal as the heart of man.
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Wisdom is oftentimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar.
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We live by admiration, hope and love.
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And we shall find A pleasure in the dimness of the stars.
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Type of the wise who soar but never roam, True to the kindred points of heaven and home.
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A tale in everything.
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And now I see with eye serene, The very pulse of the machine. A being breathing thoughtful breaths, A traveler between life and death.
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But trailing clouds of glory do we come, From God, who is our home: Heaven lies about us in our infancy!
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