Pleasure is spread through the earth In stray gifts to be claimed by whoever shall find.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHThen my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils.
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Great is the glory, for the strife is hard!
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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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Poetry is emotion recollected in tranquillity.
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That inward eye/ Which is the bliss of solitude.
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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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But He is risen, a later star of dawn.
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There is a comfort in the strength of love; ‘Twill make a thing endurable, which else would overset the brain, or break the heart.
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The education of circumstances is superior to that of intuition.
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There is creation in the eye.
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In ourselves our safety must be sought. By our own right hand it must be wrought.
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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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The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.
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The ocean is a mighty harmonist.
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Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence.
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As high as we have mounted in delight, In our dejection do we sink as low.
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Chains tie us down by land and sea; And wishes, vain as mine, may be All that is left to comfort thee.
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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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Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.
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The light that never was, on sea or land; The consecration, and the Poet’s dream.
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O joy! that in our embers Is something that doth live, That nature yet remembers What was so fugitive!
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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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Wisdom is oftentimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar.
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Come grow old with me. The best is yet to be.
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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.
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Love betters what is best.
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Memories -images and precious thoughts that shall not die and cannot be destroyed.
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