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

William Wordsworth

One daffodil is worth a thousand pleasures, then one is too few.
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Flower Oneself Worth
My heart leaps up when I behold
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Heart Myself
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
A tale in everything.
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One Liner Story
Memories -images and precious thoughts that shall not die and cannot be destroyed.
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Death Destroy Memories
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
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
One with more of soul in his face than words on his tongue.
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Face Oneself Soul Word
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
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
Often in my way have I stood still, though but a casual passenger, so much I felt the awfulness of life.
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Feeling Life Myself
A few strong instincts and a few plain rules.
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Rule Strong
The world is too much with us; late and soon, getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours.
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Ourselves Power Waste World
O joy! that in our embers Is something that doth live, That nature yet remembers What was so fugitive!
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Joy Live Nature Ourselves Remember
The memory of the just survives in Heaven.
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Heaven Memories Survive
Rest and be thankful.
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One Liner Thankful
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
Life is divided into three terms – that which was, which is, and which will be.
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Future Life Past Philosphy Present
The light that never was, on sea or land; The consecration, and the Poet’s dream.
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Dream Light Poet Sea
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
From the body of one guilty deed a thousand ghostly fears and haunting thoughts proceed.
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Body Fear Guilty Oneself
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
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts bring sad thoughts to the mind.
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Mindset Sadness Thinking
The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.
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Flower Nature
And we shall find A pleasure in the dimness of the stars.
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Pleasure Stars
All that we behold is full of blessings.
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Blessing Gratitude One Liner
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

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

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