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

William Wordsworth

Often in my way have I stood still, though but a casual passenger, so much I felt the awfulness of life.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Feeling Life Myself
A tale in everything.
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One Liner Story
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts bring sad thoughts to the mind.
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Mindset Sadness Thinking
Mathematics is an independent world created out of pure intelligence.
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Creation Independent Intelligence Mathematics World
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
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
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
How many undervalue the power of simplicity ! But it is the real key to the heart.
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Heart Power Reality Simplicity Value
Memories -images and precious thoughts that shall not die and cannot be destroyed.
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Death Destroy Memories
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
Great is the glory, for the strife is hard!
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Glory Greatness Hard
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
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
Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.
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Heart Herself Love Nature
With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things.
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Eyes Joy Life Power Quiet See
Never to blend our pleasure or our pride With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Feeling Ourselves Pleasure Pride

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

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