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But who is innocent? By grace divine, Not otherwise,O Nature! we are thine.

William Wordsworth

We have within ourselves Enough to fill the present day with joy, And overspread the future years with hope.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Beginning Enough Future Joy Ourselves Present
Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher.
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Light Nature Teacher
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
The light that never was, on sea or land; The consecration, and the Poet’s dream.
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Dream Light Poet Sea
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.
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Dance End Shine Stars
One with more of soul in his face than words on his tongue.
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Face Oneself Soul Word
Come grow old with me. The best is yet to be.
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Best Growth Myself Old Relationship
My heart leaps up when I behold
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Heart Myself
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
Prompt to move but firm to wait – knowing things rashly sought are rarely found.
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Rare Wait
Rest and be thankful.
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One Liner Thankful
One daffodil is worth a thousand pleasures, then one is too few.
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Flower Oneself Worth
I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills When all at once I saw a crowd A host of golden daffodils Beside the lake beneath the trees Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
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Dance Flower Lonely Myself Tree
The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.
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Flower Nature
Faith is a passionate intuition.
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Faith Passionate
But who is innocent? By grace divine, Not otherwise,O Nature! we are thine.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Divine Grace Nature

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