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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.

William Wordsworth

The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.
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Flower Nature
We live by admiration, hope and love.
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Hope Live Love
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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Born Flower Joy Thinking
There is creation in the eye.
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Creation Eyes
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
Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretch’d in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
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Dance End Shine Stars
Mathematics is an independent world created out of pure intelligence.
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Creation Independent Intelligence Mathematics World
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
Wisdom is oftentimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar.
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Nature Philosophy Wisdom
That inward eye/ Which is the bliss of solitude.
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Eyes Solitude
My heart leaps up when I behold
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Heart Myself
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
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
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
Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.
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Breathe Heart Yourself
Habit rules the unreflecting herd.
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Habit Reflection Rule

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