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Mathematics is an independent world created out of pure intelligence.

William Wordsworth

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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.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Eyes Heart Myself Tears
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.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Dance End Shine Stars
How many undervalue the power of simplicity ! But it is the real key to the heart.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Heart Power Reality Simplicity Value
Type of the wise who soar but never roam, True to the kindred points of heaven and home.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Heaven Home True Wisdom
A perfect woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With something of angelic light.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Comfortable Light Perfection Spirit Woman
That inward eye/ Which is the bliss of solitude.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Eyes Solitude
A mind forever Voyaging through strange seas of Thought, alone.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Alone Forever Mindset Sea
And I am happy when I sing.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Happiness Myself Sing
Life is divided into three terms – that which was, which is, and which will be.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Future Life Past Philosphy Present
Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Moments Ourselves Silence
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts bring sad thoughts to the mind.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Mindset Sadness Thinking
The ocean is a mighty harmonist.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Ocean One Liner
Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Darkness Nature Suffering
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.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Forget Ourselves Rise Soul
Habit rules the unreflecting herd.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Habit Reflection Rule
But trailing clouds of glory do we come, From God, who is our home: Heaven lies about us in our infancy!
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Glory God Heaven Home Ourselves

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