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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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Pleasure is spread through the earth In stray gifts to be claimed by whoever shall find.
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Gift Nature
Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.
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Poetry is the breath and finer spirit of all knowledge; it is the impassioned expression which is in the countenance of all Science.
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The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.
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Wisdom married to immortal verse.
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A famous man is Robin Hood, The English ballad-singer’s joy.
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Famous Joy Man Singer
A mind forever Voyaging through strange seas of Thought, alone.
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Dust as we are, the immortal spirit grows Like harmony in music; there is a dark Inscrutable workmanship that reconciles Discordant elements, makes them cling together In one society.
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Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence.
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Moments Ourselves Silence
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts bring sad thoughts to the mind.
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Mindset Sadness Thinking
A tale in everything.
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One Liner Story
We have within ourselves Enough to fill the present day with joy, And overspread the future years with hope.
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Beginning Enough Future Joy Ourselves Present
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting; The Soul that rises with us, our life’s Star, Hath had elsewhere its setting, And cometh from afar.
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Forget Ourselves Rise Soul
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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Glory God Heaven Home Ourselves
Type of the wise who soar but never roam, True to the kindred points of heaven and home.
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Heaven Home True Wisdom
And we shall find A pleasure in the dimness of the stars.
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