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Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher.

William Wordsworth

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O joy! that in our embers Is something that doth live, That nature yet remembers What was so fugitive!
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Joy Live Nature Ourselves Remember
Poetry is the first and last of all knowledge – it is as immortal as the heart of man.
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Heart Immortal Knowledge Man Poetry
A tale in everything.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

One Liner Story
There is creation in the eye.
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Creation Eyes
One with more of soul in his face than words on his tongue.
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Face Oneself Soul Word
Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretch’d in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Dance End Shine Stars
All that we behold is full of blessings.
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Blessing Gratitude One Liner
Come grow old with me. The best is yet to be.
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Best Growth Myself Old Relationship
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.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Darkness Growth Mortal Music Spirit Togetherness
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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Eyes Heart Myself Tears
That inward eye/ Which is the bliss of solitude.
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Eyes Solitude
We live by admiration, hope and love.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Hope Live Love
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting. Not in entire forgetfulness, and not in utter nakedness, but trailing clouds of glory do we come.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Forget Forgetfulness Glory Naked Ourselves
Memories -images and precious thoughts that shall not die and cannot be destroyed.
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Death Destroy Memories
Rest and be thankful.
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One Liner Thankful
One daffodil is worth a thousand pleasures, then one is too few.
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Flower Oneself Worth

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