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And I am happy when I sing.

William Wordsworth

That inward eye/ Which is the bliss of solitude.
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Eyes Solitude
Strongest minds are often those whom the noisy world hears least.
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Mindset Strong World
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
Wisdom is oftentimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar.
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Nature Philosophy Wisdom
The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.
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Flower Nature
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
All that we behold is full of blessings.
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Blessing Gratitude One Liner
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
Great is the glory, for the strife is hard!
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Glory Greatness Hard
Be mild, and cleave to gentle things, thy glory and thy happiness be there.
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Glory Happiness
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
A famous man is Robin Hood, The English ballad-singer’s joy.
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Famous Joy Man Singer
Pleasure is spread through the earth In stray gifts to be claimed by whoever shall find.
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Gift Nature
Poetry is emotion recollected in tranquillity.
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Collection Emotion Poetry Tranquility
The softest breeze to fairest flowers gives birth: Think not that Prudence dwells in dark abodes, She scans the future with the eye of gods.
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Born Flower Joy Thinking
But trailing clouds of glory do we come, From God, who is our home: Heaven lies about us in our infancy!
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Glory God Heaven Home Ourselves

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