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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.

William Wordsworth

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
Love betters what is best.
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Best Love One Liner
Pleasure is spread through the earth In stray gifts to be claimed by whoever shall find.
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Gift Nature
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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Dance End Shine Stars
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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Death Eyes Life Myself See Travel
Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from.
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Feeling Poetry Powerful
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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Flower Freedom
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
Thought and theory must precede all action, that moves to salutary purposes. Yet action is nobler in itself than either thought or theory.
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Action Purpose Theory Thinking
And I am happy when I sing.
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Happiness Myself Sing
Poetry is the first and last of all knowledge – it is as immortal as the heart of man.
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Heart Immortal Knowledge Man Poetry
A famous man is Robin Hood, The English ballad-singer’s joy.
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Famous Joy Man Singer
Come grow old with me. The best is yet to be.
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Best Growth Myself Old Relationship
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
Wisdom married to immortal verse.
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Marriage Mortal Wisdom
The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.
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Flower Nature

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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