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Be mild, and cleave to gentle things, thy glory and thy happiness be there.

William Wordsworth

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
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
Mathematics is an independent world created out of pure intelligence.
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Creation Independent Intelligence Mathematics World
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
Shalt show us how divine a thing A woman may be made.
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Divine Woman
My heart leaps up when I behold
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Heart Myself
Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.
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Darkness Nature Suffering
But who is innocent? By grace divine, Not otherwise,O Nature! we are thine.
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Divine Grace Nature
Poetry is emotion recollected in tranquillity.
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Collection Emotion Poetry Tranquility
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
A famous man is Robin Hood, The English ballad-singer’s joy.
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Famous Joy Man Singer
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
The light that never was, on sea or land; The consecration, and the Poet’s dream.
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Dream Light Poet Sea
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
May books and nature be their early joy!
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Book Joy Nature

Be mild, and cleave to gentle things, thy glory and thy happiness be there.

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