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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

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Great is the glory, for the strife is hard!
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Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence.
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The memory of the just survives in Heaven.
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A famous man is Robin Hood, The English ballad-singer’s joy.
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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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Come grow old with me. The best is yet to be.
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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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