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The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.

William Wordsworth

But thou that didst appear so fair To fond imagination, Dost rival in the light of day Her delicate creation.
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Creation Enemy Herself Imagination Light
Rest and be thankful.
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One Liner Thankful
As high as we have mounted in delight, In our dejection do we sink as low.
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Grief Happiness Ourselves
We live by admiration, hope and love.
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Hope Live Love
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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Flower Freedom
Then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils.
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Dance Flower Heart Myself Nature
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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Dance Flower Lonely Myself Tree
The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.
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Flower Nature
One daffodil is worth a thousand pleasures, then one is too few.
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Flower Oneself Worth
Mathematics is an independent world created out of pure intelligence.
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Creation Independent Intelligence Mathematics World
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
Pleasure is spread through the earth In stray gifts to be claimed by whoever shall find.
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Gift Nature
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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Comfortable Sea
Never to blend our pleasure or our pride With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.
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Feeling Ourselves Pleasure Pride
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.
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Ourselves Power Waste World
Be mild, and cleave to gentle things, thy glory and thy happiness be there.
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Glory Happiness

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