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May books and nature be their early joy!

William Wordsworth

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
The ocean is a mighty harmonist.
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Ocean One Liner
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
A mind forever Voyaging through strange seas of Thought, alone.
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Alone Forever Mindset Sea
Memories -images and precious thoughts that shall not die and cannot be destroyed.
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Death Destroy Memories
A famous man is Robin Hood, The English ballad-singer’s joy.
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Famous Joy Man Singer
May books and nature be their early joy!
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Book Joy 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
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
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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Forget Forgetfulness Glory Naked Ourselves
And we shall find A pleasure in the dimness of the stars.
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Pleasure Stars
Be mild, and cleave to gentle things, thy glory and thy happiness be there.
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Glory Happiness
In ourselves our safety must be sought. By our own right hand it must be wrought.
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Hands Ourselves Right Safety
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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Eyes Joy Life Power Quiet See
Life is divided into three terms – that which was, which is, and which will be.
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Future Life Past Philosphy Present
Never to blend our pleasure or our pride With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.
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Feeling Ourselves Pleasure Pride

May books and nature be their early joy!

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