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There is a comfort in the strength of love; ‘Twill make a thing endurable, which else would overset the brain, or break the heart.

William Wordsworth

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
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
The world is too much with us; late and soon, getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours.
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Ourselves Power Waste World
O joy! that in our embers Is something that doth live, That nature yet remembers What was so fugitive!
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Joy Live Nature Ourselves Remember
There is creation in the eye.
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Creation Eyes
My heart leaps up when I behold
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Heart 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
The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.
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Flower Nature
The memory of the just survives in Heaven.
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Heaven Memories Survive
Life is divided into three terms – that which was, which is, and which will be.
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Future Life Past Philosphy Present
Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.
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Heart Herself Love Nature
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
The ocean is a mighty harmonist.
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Ocean One Liner
Habit rules the unreflecting herd.
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Habit Reflection Rule
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
That inward eye/ Which is the bliss of solitude.
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Eyes Solitude

There is a comfort in the strength of love; ‘Twill make a thing endurable, which else would overset the brain, or break the heart.

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There is a comfort in the strength of love; ‘Twill make a thing endurable, which else would overset the brain, or break the heart.

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