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

William Wordsworth

Strongest minds are often those whom the noisy world hears least.
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Mindset Strong World
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
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
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
A voice so thrilling ne’er was heard. Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.
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Break Sea Silence Voice
There is a comfort in the strength of love; ‘Twill make a thing endurable, which else would overset the brain, or break the heart.
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Break Comfortable Endurance Heart Love Strength
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
Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.
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Darkness Nature Suffering
A tale in everything.
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One Liner Story
Mathematics is an independent world created out of pure intelligence.
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Creation Independent Intelligence Mathematics World
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
The memory of the just survives in Heaven.
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Heaven Memories Survive
Life is divided into three terms – that which was, which is, and which will be.
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Future Life Past Philosphy Present
And I am happy when I sing.
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Happiness Myself Sing
Faith is a passionate intuition.
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Faith Passionate

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

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