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Great men have been among us; hands that penn’d and tongues that utter’d wisdom.

William Wordsworth

Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.
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Breathe Heart Yourself
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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Flower Freedom
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
But He is risen, a later star of dawn.
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Himself Rise Stars
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
Type of the wise who soar but never roam, True to the kindred points of heaven and home.
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Heaven Home True Wisdom
A mind forever Voyaging through strange seas of Thought, alone.
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Alone Forever Mindset Sea
True beauty dwells in deep retreats, Till heart with heart in concord beats, and the lover is beloved.
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Beauty Heart Love See True
A few strong instincts and a few plain rules.
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Rule Strong
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
Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.
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Heart Herself Love Nature
To character and success, two things, contradictory as they may seem, must go together. Humble dependence on God and manly reliance on self.
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Character God Humble Independent Success Togetherness
Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher.
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Light Nature Teacher
And I am happy when I sing.
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Happiness Myself Sing
Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from.
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Feeling Poetry Powerful
Be mild, and cleave to gentle things, thy glory and thy happiness be there.
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Glory Happiness

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