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

William Wordsworth

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; 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
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
But who is innocent? By grace divine, Not otherwise,O Nature! we are thine.
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Divine Grace Nature
Poetry is the breath and finer spirit of all knowledge; it is the impassioned expression which is in the countenance of all Science.
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Breathe Expression Knowledge Poetry Science Spirit
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.
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Dance End Shine Stars
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
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
And we shall find A pleasure in the dimness of the stars.
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Pleasure Stars
A famous man is Robin Hood, The English ballad-singer’s joy.
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Famous Joy Man Singer
Great is the glory, for the strife is hard!
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Glory Greatness Hard
As high as we have mounted in delight, In our dejection do we sink as low.
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Grief Happiness Ourselves
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
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
Never to blend our pleasure or our pride With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Feeling Ourselves Pleasure Pride
How many undervalue the power of simplicity ! But it is the real key to the heart.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Heart Power Reality Simplicity Value

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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