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Come grow old with me. The best is yet to be.

William Wordsworth

Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.
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Breathe Heart 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
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
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
Life is divided into three terms – that which was, which is, and which will be.
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Future Life Past Philosphy Present
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
A few strong instincts and a few plain rules.
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Rule Strong
Prompt to move but firm to wait – knowing things rashly sought are rarely found.
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Rare Wait
But thou that didst appear so fair To fond imagination, Dost rival in the light of day Her delicate creation.
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Creation Enemy Herself Imagination Light
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
A famous man is Robin Hood, The English ballad-singer’s joy.
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Famous Joy Man Singer
Strongest minds are often those whom the noisy world hears least.
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Mindset Strong World
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
But trailing clouds of glory do we come, From God, who is our home: Heaven lies about us in our infancy!
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Glory God Heaven Home Ourselves
May books and nature be their early joy!
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Book Joy Nature
Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence.
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Moments Ourselves Silence

Come grow old with me. The best is yet to be.

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