But thou that didst appear so fair To fond imagination, Dost rival in the light of day Her delicate creation.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHIn ourselves our safety must be sought. By our own right hand it must be wrought.
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Rest and be thankful.
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Mathematics is an independent world created out of pure intelligence.
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I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills When all at once I saw a crowd A host of golden daffodils Beside the lake beneath the trees Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
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Prompt to move but firm to wait – knowing things rashly sought are rarely found.
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How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that freedom bold.
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And I am happy when I sing.
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Shalt show us how divine a thing A woman may be made.
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A voice so thrilling ne’er was heard. Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.
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Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.
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The mind of man is a thousand times more beautiful than the earth on which he dwells.
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As high as we have mounted in delight, In our dejection do we sink as low.
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Imagination is the means of deep insight and sympathy, the power to conceive and express images removed from normal objective reality.
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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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But who is innocent? By grace divine, Not otherwise,O Nature! we are thine.
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Let Nature be your teacher.
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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.
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Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretch’d in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
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One daffodil is worth a thousand pleasures, then one is too few.
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In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts bring sad thoughts to the mind.
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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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Pleasure is spread through the earth In stray gifts to be claimed by whoever shall find.
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We live by admiration, hope and love.
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We have within ourselves Enough to fill the present day with joy, And overspread the future years with hope.
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All that we behold is full of blessings.
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O joy! that in our embers Is something that doth live, That nature yet remembers What was so fugitive!
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My eyes are dim with childish tears, My heart is idly stirred, For the same sound is in my ears Which in those days I heard.
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