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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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With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things.
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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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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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He spake of love, such love as spirits feel In worlds whose course is equable and pure; No fears to beat away, no strife to heal,- The past unsighed for, and the future sure.
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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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We live by admiration, hope and love.
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Love betters what is best.
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One daffodil is worth a thousand pleasures, then one is too few.
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Be mild, and cleave to gentle things, thy glory and thy happiness be there.
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The softest breeze to fairest flowers gives birth: Think not that Prudence dwells in dark abodes, She scans the future with the eye of gods.
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That inward eye/ Which is the bliss of solitude.
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But He is risen, a later star of dawn.
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As high as we have mounted in delight, In our dejection do we sink as low.
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Come grow old with me. The best is yet to be.
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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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The light that never was, on sea or land; The consecration, and the Poet’s dream.
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