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Imagination is the means of deep insight and sympathy, the power to conceive and express images removed from normal objective reality.

William Wordsworth

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Poetry is emotion recollected in tranquillity.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Collection Emotion Poetry Tranquility
Then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils.
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Dance Flower Heart Myself Nature
Rest and be thankful.
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One Liner Thankful
Wisdom married to immortal verse.
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Marriage Mortal Wisdom
Never to blend our pleasure or our pride With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.
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Feeling Ourselves Pleasure Pride
The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.
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Flower Nature
Great is the glory, for the strife is hard!
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Glory Greatness Hard
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
In ourselves our safety must be sought. By our own right hand it must be wrought.
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Hands Ourselves Right Safety
From the body of one guilty deed a thousand ghostly fears and haunting thoughts proceed.
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Body Fear Guilty Oneself
A famous man is Robin Hood, The English ballad-singer’s joy.
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Famous Joy Man Singer
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
Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.
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Breathe Heart Yourself
But who is innocent? By grace divine, Not otherwise,O Nature! we are thine.
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Divine Grace Nature
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
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

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