Imagination is the means of deep insight and sympathy, the power to conceive and express images removed from normal objective reality.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHIn that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts bring sad thoughts to the mind.
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How many undervalue the power of simplicity ! But it is the real key to the heart.
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A famous man is Robin Hood, The English ballad-singer’s joy.
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Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.
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As high as we have mounted in delight, In our dejection do we sink as low.
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Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from.
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Faith is a passionate intuition.
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Great is the glory, for the strife is hard!
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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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The mind of man is a thousand times more beautiful than the earth on which he dwells.
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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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Wisdom is oftentimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar.
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Great men have been among us; hands that penn’d and tongues that utter’d wisdom.
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I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills When all at once I saw a crowd A host of golden daffodils Beside the lake beneath the trees Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
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There is creation in the eye.
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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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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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And I am happy when I sing.
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But He is risen, a later star of dawn.
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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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The ocean is a mighty harmonist.
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That inward eye/ Which is the bliss of solitude.
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A mind forever Voyaging through strange seas of Thought, alone.
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Habit rules the unreflecting herd.
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Love betters what is best.
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Let Nature be your teacher.
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My heart leaps up when I behold
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