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Rest and be thankful.

William Wordsworth

My 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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Eyes Heart Myself Tears
Be mild, and cleave to gentle things, thy glory and thy happiness be there.
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Glory Happiness
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
And suddenly all your troubles melt away, all your worries are gone, and it is for no reason other than the look in your partner’s eyes. Yes, sometimes life and love really is that simple.
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Eyes Life Love Reason Simplicity Worry Yourself
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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Comfortable Light Perfection Spirit Woman
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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Dance Flower Lonely Myself Tree
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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Born Flower Joy Thinking
Wisdom is oftentimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar.
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Nature Philosophy Wisdom
A tale in everything.
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One Liner Story
Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.
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Breathe Heart Yourself
A mind forever Voyaging through strange seas of Thought, alone.
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Alone Forever Mindset Sea
Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from.
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Feeling Poetry Powerful
But He is risen, a later star of dawn.
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Himself Rise Stars
My heart leaps up when I behold
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Heart Myself
One with more of soul in his face than words on his tongue.
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Face Oneself Soul Word
That inward eye/ Which is the bliss of solitude.
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Eyes Solitude

Rest and be thankful.

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