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Never to blend our pleasure or our pride With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.

William Wordsworth

From the body of one guilty deed a thousand ghostly fears and haunting thoughts proceed.
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Body Fear Guilty Oneself
Be mild, and cleave to gentle things, thy glory and thy happiness be there.
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Glory Happiness
The light that never was, on sea or land; The consecration, and the Poet’s dream.
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Dream Light Poet Sea
Great men have been among us; hands that penn’d and tongues that utter’d wisdom.
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Greatness Hands Man Wisdom
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
Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.
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Heart Herself Love Nature
The mind of man is a thousand times more beautiful than the earth on which he dwells.
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Beautiful Himself Man Mindset Time
Chains tie us down by land and sea; And wishes, vain as mine, may be All that is left to comfort thee.
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Comfortable Sea
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
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
But He is risen, a later star of dawn.
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Himself Rise Stars
Thought and theory must precede all action, that moves to salutary purposes. Yet action is nobler in itself than either thought or theory.
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Action Purpose Theory Thinking
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
Habit rules the unreflecting herd.
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Habit Reflection Rule
A perfect woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With something of angelic light.
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Comfortable Light Perfection Spirit Woman
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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