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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.

William Wordsworth

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A voice so thrilling ne’er was heard. Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.
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The memory of the just survives in Heaven.
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Faith is a passionate intuition.
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In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts bring sad thoughts to the mind.
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How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that freedom bold.
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That inward eye/ Which is the bliss of solitude.
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What we have loved Others will love And we will teach them how.
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Be mild, and cleave to gentle things, thy glory and thy happiness be there.
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Memories -images and precious thoughts that shall not die and cannot be destroyed.
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Type of the wise who soar but never roam, True to the kindred points of heaven and home.
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And suddenly all your troubles melt away, all your worries are gone, and it is for no reason other than the look in your partner’s eyes. Yes, sometimes life and love really is that simple.
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Come grow old with me. The best is yet to be.
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But He is risen, a later star of dawn.
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Never to blend our pleasure or our pride With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.
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Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from.
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The softest breeze to fairest flowers gives birth: Think not that Prudence dwells in dark abodes, She scans the future with the eye of gods.
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