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We live by admiration, hope and love.

William Wordsworth

Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.
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Darkness Nature Suffering
One with more of soul in his face than words on his tongue.
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Face Oneself Soul Word
We live by admiration, hope and love.
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Hope Live Love
Type of the wise who soar but never roam, True to the kindred points of heaven and home.
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Heaven Home True Wisdom
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts bring sad thoughts to the mind.
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Mindset Sadness Thinking
And we shall find A pleasure in the dimness of the stars.
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Pleasure Stars
My heart leaps up when I behold
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Heart Myself
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
Great is the glory, for the strife is hard!
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Glory Greatness Hard
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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Break Comfortable Endurance Heart Love Strength
Imagination is the means of deep insight and sympathy, the power to conceive and express images removed from normal objective reality.
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Expression Imagination Power Reality
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
And suddenly all your troubles melt away, all your worries are gone, and it is for no reason other than the look in your partner’s eyes. Yes, sometimes life and love really is that simple.
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Eyes Life Love Reason Simplicity Worry Yourself
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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Eyes Heart Myself Tears
What we have loved Others will love And we will teach them how.
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Love Teaching
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

We live by admiration, hope and love.

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