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Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.

William Wordsworth

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
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
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
Then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils.
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Dance Flower Heart Myself Nature
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
Shalt show us how divine a thing A woman may be made.
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Divine Woman
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
Poetry is emotion recollected in tranquillity.
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Collection Emotion Poetry Tranquility
And we shall find A pleasure in the dimness of the stars.
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Pleasure Stars
A few strong instincts and a few plain rules.
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Rule Strong
Type of the wise who soar but never roam, True to the kindred points of heaven and home.
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Heaven Home True Wisdom
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
Rest and be thankful.
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One Liner Thankful
Love betters what is best.
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Best Love One Liner
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
Pleasure is spread through the earth In stray gifts to be claimed by whoever shall find.
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Gift Nature

Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.

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