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We live by admiration, hope and love.

William Wordsworth

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
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
There is creation in the eye.
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Creation Eyes
That inward eye/ Which is the bliss of solitude.
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Eyes Solitude
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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Alone See Soul
Great men have been among us; hands that penn’d and tongues that utter’d wisdom.
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Greatness Hands Man Wisdom
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
Habit rules the unreflecting herd.
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Habit Reflection Rule
And I am happy when I sing.
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Happiness Myself Sing
But He is risen, a later star of dawn.
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Himself Rise Stars
One with more of soul in his face than words on his tongue.
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Face Oneself Soul Word
The light that never was, on sea or land; The consecration, and the Poet’s dream.
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Dream Light Poet Sea
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
Rest and be thankful.
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One Liner Thankful
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
But who is innocent? By grace divine, Not otherwise,O Nature! we are thine.
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Divine Grace Nature

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