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Poetry is the first and last of all knowledge – it is as immortal as the heart of man.

William Wordsworth

And I am happy when I sing.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Happiness Myself Sing
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
How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that freedom bold.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Flower Freedom
There is a comfort in the strength of love; ‘Twill make a thing endurable, which else would overset the brain, or break the heart.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Break Comfortable Endurance Heart Love Strength
Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Moments Ourselves Silence
A famous man is Robin Hood, The English ballad-singer’s joy.
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Famous Joy Man Singer
One with more of soul in his face than words on his tongue.
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Face Oneself Soul Word
A perfect woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With something of angelic light.
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Comfortable Light Perfection Spirit Woman
How many undervalue the power of simplicity ! But it is the real key to the heart.
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Heart Power Reality Simplicity Value
But thou that didst appear so fair To fond imagination, Dost rival in the light of day Her delicate creation.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Creation Enemy Herself Imagination Light
The world is too much with us; late and soon, getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Ourselves Power Waste World
With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things.
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Eyes Joy Life Power Quiet See
There is creation in the eye.
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Creation Eyes
Dust as we are, the immortal spirit grows Like harmony in music; there is a dark Inscrutable workmanship that reconciles Discordant elements, makes them cling together In one society.
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Darkness Growth Mortal Music Spirit Togetherness
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.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Fear Feeling Future Healing Himself Love Past Spirit World
Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Light Nature Teacher

Poetry is the first and last of all knowledge – it is as immortal as the heart of man.

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