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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.

William Wordsworth

But thou that didst appear so fair To fond imagination, Dost rival in the light of day Her delicate creation.
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Creation Enemy Herself Imagination Light
My heart leaps up when I behold
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Heart Myself
The ocean is a mighty harmonist.
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Ocean One Liner
Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.
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Heart Herself Love Nature
The memory of the just survives in Heaven.
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Heaven Memories Survive
He spake of love, such love as spirits feel In worlds whose course is equable and pure; No fears to beat away, no strife to heal,- The past unsighed for, and the future sure.
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Fear Feeling Future Healing Himself Love Past Spirit World
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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Glory God Heaven Home 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
Great men have been among us; hands that penn’d and tongues that utter’d wisdom.
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Greatness Hands Man Wisdom
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
Be mild, and cleave to gentle things, thy glory and thy happiness be there.
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Glory Happiness
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
There is creation in the eye.
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Creation Eyes
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 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

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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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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