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The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.

William Wordsworth

With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things.
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Eyes Joy Life Power Quiet See
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
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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Breathe Expression Knowledge Poetry Science Spirit
Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.
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Breathe Heart Yourself
To character and success, two things, contradictory as they may seem, must go together. Humble dependence on God and manly reliance on self.
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Character God Humble Independent Success Togetherness
He spake of love, such love as spirits feel In worlds whose course is equable and pure; No fears to beat away, no strife to heal,- The past unsighed for, and the future sure.
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Fear Feeling Future Healing Himself Love Past Spirit World
Faith is a passionate intuition.
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Faith Passionate
Delight and liberty, the simple creed of childhood.
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Childhood Liberty Simplicity
How many undervalue the power of simplicity ! But it is the real key to the heart.
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Heart Power Reality Simplicity Value
A tale in everything.
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One Liner Story
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.
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Darkness Growth Mortal Music Spirit Togetherness
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
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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Forget Forgetfulness Glory Naked Ourselves
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
Strongest minds are often those whom the noisy world hears least.
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Mindset Strong World
O joy! that in our embers Is something that doth live, That nature yet remembers What was so fugitive!
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Joy Live Nature Ourselves Remember

The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.

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