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As high as we have mounted in delight, In our dejection do we sink as low.

William Wordsworth

Imagination is the means of deep insight and sympathy, the power to conceive and express images removed from normal objective reality.
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Expression Imagination Power Reality
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
Prompt to move but firm to wait – knowing things rashly sought are rarely found.
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Rare Wait
We live by admiration, hope and love.
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Hope Live Love
One daffodil is worth a thousand pleasures, then one is too few.
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Flower Oneself Worth
Shalt show us how divine a thing A woman may be made.
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Divine Woman
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
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting; The Soul that rises with us, our life’s Star, Hath had elsewhere its setting, And cometh from afar.
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Forget Ourselves Rise Soul
What we have loved Others will love And we will teach them how.
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Love Teaching
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
May books and nature be their early joy!
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Book Joy Nature
A tale in everything.
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One Liner Story
From the body of one guilty deed a thousand ghostly fears and haunting thoughts proceed.
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Body Fear Guilty Oneself
My heart leaps up when I behold
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Heart Myself
He spake of love, such love as spirits feel In worlds whose course is equable and pure; No fears to beat away, no strife to heal,- The past unsighed for, and the future sure.
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Fear Feeling Future Healing Himself Love Past Spirit World
The light that never was, on sea or land; The consecration, and the Poet’s dream.
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Dream Light Poet Sea

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