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We have within ourselves Enough to fill the present day with joy, And overspread the future years with hope.

William Wordsworth

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Poetry is emotion recollected in tranquillity.
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Collection Emotion Poetry Tranquility
Great is the glory, for the strife is hard!
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Glory Greatness Hard
Then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils.
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Dance Flower Heart Myself Nature
There is creation in the eye.
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Creation Eyes
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
And we shall find A pleasure in the dimness of the stars.
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Pleasure Stars
Mathematics is an independent world created out of pure intelligence.
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Creation Independent Intelligence Mathematics World
Faith is a passionate intuition.
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Faith Passionate
A voice so thrilling ne’er was heard. Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.
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Break Sea Silence Voice
The education of circumstances is superior to that of intuition.
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Education Philosophy
Thought and theory must precede all action, that moves to salutary purposes. Yet action is nobler in itself than either thought or theory.
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Action Purpose Theory Thinking
One daffodil is worth a thousand pleasures, then one is too few.
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Flower Oneself Worth
But who is innocent? By grace divine, Not otherwise,O Nature! we are thine.
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Divine Grace Nature
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
And now I see with eye serene, The very pulse of the machine. A being breathing thoughtful breaths, A traveler between life and death.
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Death Eyes Life Myself See Travel
To me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
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Flower Lie Myself Tears

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