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

William Wordsworth

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
The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.
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Flower Nature
A mind forever Voyaging through strange seas of Thought, alone.
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Alone Forever Mindset Sea
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
From the body of one guilty deed a thousand ghostly fears and haunting thoughts proceed.
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Body Fear Guilty Oneself
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
In ourselves our safety must be sought. By our own right hand it must be wrought.
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Hands Ourselves Right Safety
Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher.
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Light Nature Teacher
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
Wisdom is oftentimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar.
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Nature Philosophy Wisdom
As high as we have mounted in delight, In our dejection do we sink as low.
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Grief Happiness Ourselves
The education of circumstances is superior to that of intuition.
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Education Philosophy
Rest and be thankful.
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One Liner Thankful
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
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
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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Born Flower Joy Thinking

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

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