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Life is divided into three terms – that which was, which is, and which will be.

William Wordsworth

Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence.
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Moments Ourselves Silence
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 heart leaps up when I behold
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Heart Myself
The softest breeze to fairest flowers gives birth: Think not that Prudence dwells in dark abodes, She scans the future with the eye of gods.
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Born Flower Joy Thinking
Great men have been among us; hands that penn’d and tongues that utter’d wisdom.
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Greatness Hands Man Wisdom
The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.
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Flower Nature
We live by admiration, hope and love.
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Hope Live Love
I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills When all at once I saw a crowd A host of golden daffodils Beside the lake beneath the trees Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
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Dance Flower Lonely Myself Tree
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
A mind forever Voyaging through strange seas of Thought, alone.
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Alone Forever Mindset Sea
And we shall find A pleasure in the dimness of the stars.
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Pleasure Stars
Shalt show us how divine a thing A woman may be made.
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Divine Woman
Never to blend our pleasure or our pride With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.
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Feeling Ourselves Pleasure Pride
One daffodil is worth a thousand pleasures, then one is too few.
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Flower Oneself Worth
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
Rest and be thankful.
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One Liner Thankful

Life is divided into three terms – that which was, which is, and which will be.

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