One with more of soul in his face than words on his tongue.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHAnd 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.
More William Wordsworth Quotes
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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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Strongest minds are often those whom the noisy world hears least.
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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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There is creation in the eye.
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Shalt show us how divine a thing A woman may be made.
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True beauty dwells in deep retreats, Till heart with heart in concord beats, and the lover is beloved.
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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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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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To me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
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Memories -images and precious thoughts that shall not die and cannot be destroyed.
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From the body of one guilty deed a thousand ghostly fears and haunting thoughts proceed.
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Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.
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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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Be mild, and cleave to gentle things, thy glory and thy happiness be there.
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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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