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There is creation in the eye.

William Wordsworth

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Love betters what is best.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Best Love One Liner
And now I see with eye serene, The very pulse of the machine. A being breathing thoughtful breaths, A traveler between life and death.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Death Eyes Life Myself See Travel
True beauty dwells in deep retreats, Till heart with heart in concord beats, and the lover is beloved.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Beauty Heart Love See True
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
Strongest minds are often those whom the noisy world hears least.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Mindset Strong World
Wisdom married to immortal verse.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Marriage Mortal Wisdom
To me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
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Flower Lie Myself Tears
One daffodil is worth a thousand pleasures, then one is too few.
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Flower Oneself Worth
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts bring sad thoughts to the mind.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Mindset Sadness Thinking
A tale in everything.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

One Liner Story
Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.
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Breathe Heart Yourself
Poetry is the first and last of all knowledge – it is as immortal as the heart of man.
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Heart Immortal Knowledge Man Poetry
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.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Forget Ourselves Rise Soul
Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher.
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Light Nature Teacher
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
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.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Forget Forgetfulness Glory Naked Ourselves

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