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In ourselves our safety must be sought. By our own right hand it must be wrought.

William Wordsworth

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
Love betters what is best.
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Best Love One Liner
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
True beauty dwells in deep retreats, Till heart with heart in concord beats, and the lover is beloved.
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Beauty Heart Love See True
Great men have been among us; hands that penn’d and tongues that utter’d wisdom.
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Greatness Hands Man Wisdom
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
We live by admiration, hope and love.
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Hope Live Love
Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.
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Darkness Nature Suffering
Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence.
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Moments Ourselves Silence
Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from.
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Feeling Poetry Powerful
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
The light that never was, on sea or land; The consecration, and the Poet’s dream.
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Dream Light Poet Sea
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
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
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
Rest and be thankful.
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One Liner Thankful

In ourselves our safety must be sought. By our own right hand it must be wrought.

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