The memory of the just survives in Heaven.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHPoetry 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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Pleasure is spread through the earth In stray gifts to be claimed by whoever shall find.
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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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We live by admiration, hope and love.
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The light that never was, on sea or land; The consecration, and the Poet’s dream.
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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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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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Mathematics is an independent world created out of pure intelligence.
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But thou that didst appear so fair To fond imagination, Dost rival in the light of day Her delicate creation.
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By all means sometimes be alone; salute thyself; see what thy soul doth wear; dare to look in thy chest; and tumble up and down what thou findest there.
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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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Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.
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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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A voice so thrilling ne’er was heard. Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.
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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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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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