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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

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Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.
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Darkness Nature Suffering
Great is the glory, for the strife is hard!
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But who is innocent? By grace divine, Not otherwise,O Nature! we are thine.
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From the body of one guilty deed a thousand ghostly fears and haunting thoughts proceed.
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Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.
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True beauty dwells in deep retreats, Till heart with heart in concord beats, and the lover is beloved.
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Beauty Heart Love See True
What we have loved Others will love And we will teach them how.
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Love Teaching
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
How many undervalue the power of simplicity ! But it is the real key to the heart.
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Heart Power Reality Simplicity Value
Memories -images and precious thoughts that shall not die and cannot be destroyed.
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Death Destroy Memories
Then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils.
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Dance Flower Heart Myself Nature
Love betters what is best.
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Best Love One Liner
My heart leaps up when I behold
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Heart Myself
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
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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How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that freedom bold.
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