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Then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils.

William Wordsworth

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I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills When all at once I saw a crowd A host of golden daffodils Beside the lake beneath the trees Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
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Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence.
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From the body of one guilty deed a thousand ghostly fears and haunting thoughts proceed.
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Let Nature be your teacher.
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The education of circumstances is superior to that of intuition.
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How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that freedom bold.
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Love betters what is best.
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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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Wisdom married to immortal verse.
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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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A famous man is Robin Hood, The English ballad-singer’s joy.
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And we shall find A pleasure in the dimness of the stars.
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But He is risen, a later star of dawn.
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Himself Rise Stars
Never to blend our pleasure or our pride With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.
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Feeling Ourselves Pleasure Pride

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