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

William Wordsworth

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Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.
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Shalt show us how divine a thing A woman may be made.
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We live by admiration, hope and love.
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Thought and theory must precede all action, that moves to salutary purposes. Yet action is nobler in itself than either thought or theory.
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Poetry is the breath and finer spirit of all knowledge; it is the impassioned expression which is in the countenance of all Science.
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Great is the glory, for the strife is hard!
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We have within ourselves Enough to fill the present day with joy, And overspread the future years with hope.
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My eyes are dim with childish tears, My heart is idly stirred, For the same sound is in my ears Which in those days I heard.
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The light that never was, on sea or land; The consecration, and the Poet’s dream.
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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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