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My heart leaps up when I behold

William Wordsworth

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Habit rules the unreflecting herd.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Habit Reflection Rule
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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Flower Freedom
Rest and be thankful.
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One Liner Thankful
Shalt show us how divine a thing A woman may be made.
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Divine Woman
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
And we shall find A pleasure in the dimness of the stars.
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Pleasure Stars
The education of circumstances is superior to that of intuition.
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Education Philosophy
One with more of soul in his face than words on his tongue.
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Face Oneself Soul Word
Prompt to move but firm to wait – knowing things rashly sought are rarely found.
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Rare Wait
Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher.
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Light Nature Teacher
But who is innocent? By grace divine, Not otherwise,O Nature! we are thine.
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Divine Grace Nature
Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.
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Breathe Heart Yourself
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
Great is the glory, for the strife is hard!
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Glory Greatness Hard
Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.
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Darkness Nature Suffering
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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