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The education of circumstances is superior to that of intuition.

William Wordsworth

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
True beauty dwells in deep retreats, Till heart with heart in concord beats, and the lover is beloved.
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Beauty Heart Love See True
May books and nature be their early joy!
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Book Joy Nature
Great men have been among us; hands that penn’d and tongues that utter’d wisdom.
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Greatness Hands Man Wisdom
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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Expression Imagination Power Reality
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
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
As high as we have mounted in delight, In our dejection do we sink as low.
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Grief Happiness Ourselves
Often in my way have I stood still, though but a casual passenger, so much I felt the awfulness of life.
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Feeling Life Myself
Be mild, and cleave to gentle things, thy glory and thy happiness be there.
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Glory Happiness
The light that never was, on sea or land; The consecration, and the Poet’s dream.
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Dream Light Poet Sea
Great is the glory, for the strife is hard!
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Glory Greatness Hard
Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.
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Breathe Heart Yourself
Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence.
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Moments Ourselves Silence
But thou that didst appear so fair To fond imagination, Dost rival in the light of day Her delicate creation.
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Creation Enemy Herself Imagination Light
O joy! that in our embers Is something that doth live, That nature yet remembers What was so fugitive!
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Joy Live Nature Ourselves Remember

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