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With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things.

William Wordsworth

Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretch’d in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Dance End Shine Stars
Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

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.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Comfortable Sea
From the body of one guilty deed a thousand ghostly fears and haunting thoughts proceed.
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Body Fear Guilty Oneself
Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence.
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Moments Ourselves Silence
By all means sometimes be alone; salute thyself; see what thy soul doth wear; dare to look in thy chest; and tumble up and down what thou findest there.
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Alone See Soul
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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Glory God Heaven Home Ourselves
Memories -images and precious thoughts that shall not die and cannot be destroyed.
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Death Destroy Memories
That inward eye/ Which is the bliss of solitude.
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Eyes Solitude
And I am happy when I sing.
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Happiness Myself Sing
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 married to immortal verse.
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Marriage Mortal Wisdom
Great is the glory, for the strife is hard!
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Glory Greatness Hard
Often in my way have I stood still, though but a casual passenger, so much I felt the awfulness of life.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Feeling Life Myself
The mind of man is a thousand times more beautiful than the earth on which he dwells.
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Beautiful Himself Man Mindset Time
Poetry is the first and last of all knowledge – it is as immortal as the heart of man.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Heart Immortal Knowledge Man Poetry

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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