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Type of the wise who soar but never roam, True to the kindred points of heaven and home.

William Wordsworth

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Habit rules the unreflecting herd.
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Habit Reflection Rule
We live by admiration, hope and love.
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The light that never was, on sea or land; The consecration, and the Poet’s dream.
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Then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils.
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And we shall find A pleasure in the dimness of the stars.
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Poetry is emotion recollected in tranquillity.
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Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence.
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Moments Ourselves Silence
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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Delight and liberty, the simple creed of childhood.
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True beauty dwells in deep retreats, Till heart with heart in concord beats, and the lover is beloved.
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Beauty Heart Love See True
Life is divided into three terms – that which was, which is, and which will be.
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Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.
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Heart Herself Love Nature
One daffodil is worth a thousand pleasures, then one is too few.
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Flower Oneself Worth
Let Nature be your teacher.
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Nature Teacher Yourself
Prompt to move but firm to wait – knowing things rashly sought are rarely found.
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Rare Wait
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

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