Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHMy 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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Poetry is the first and last of all knowledge – it is as immortal as the heart of man.
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But thou that didst appear so fair To fond imagination, Dost rival in the light of day Her delicate creation.
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The ocean is a mighty harmonist.
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My heart leaps up when I behold
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Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting. Not in entire forgetfulness, and not in utter nakedness, but trailing clouds of glory do we come.
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Let Nature be your teacher.
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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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We have within ourselves Enough to fill the present day with joy, And overspread the future years with hope.
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From the body of one guilty deed a thousand ghostly fears and haunting thoughts proceed.
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Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.
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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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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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Type of the wise who soar but never roam, True to the kindred points of heaven and home.
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A perfect woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With something of angelic light.
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May books and nature be their early joy!
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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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A famous man is Robin Hood, The English ballad-singer’s joy.
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Rest and be thankful.
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Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.
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Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.
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That inward eye/ Which is the bliss of solitude.
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One with more of soul in his face than words on his tongue.
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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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Wisdom is oftentimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar.
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Pleasure is spread through the earth In stray gifts to be claimed by whoever shall find.
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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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