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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

May books and nature be their early joy!
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Book Joy Nature
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
Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from.
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Feeling Poetry Powerful
Chains tie us down by land and sea; And wishes, vain as mine, may be All that is left to comfort thee.
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Comfortable Sea
Be mild, and cleave to gentle things, thy glory and thy happiness be there.
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Glory Happiness
Pleasure is spread through the earth In stray gifts to be claimed by whoever shall find.
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Gift Nature
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts bring sad thoughts to the mind.
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Mindset Sadness Thinking
Life is divided into three terms – that which was, which is, and which will be.
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Future Life Past Philosphy Present
Wisdom is oftentimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar.
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Nature Philosophy Wisdom
The light that never was, on sea or land; The consecration, and the Poet’s dream.
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Dream Light Poet Sea
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
But who is innocent? By grace divine, Not otherwise,O Nature! we are thine.
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Divine Grace Nature
And we shall find A pleasure in the dimness of the stars.
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Pleasure Stars
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
Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.
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Breathe Heart Yourself
Delight and liberty, the simple creed of childhood.
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Childhood Liberty Simplicity

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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