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The light that never was, on sea or land; The consecration, and the Poet’s dream.

William Wordsworth

Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from.
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Feeling Poetry Powerful
The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.
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Flower Nature
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting; The Soul that rises with us, our life’s Star, Hath had elsewhere its setting, And cometh from afar.
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Forget Ourselves Rise Soul
One with more of soul in his face than words on his tongue.
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Face Oneself Soul Word
Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretch’d in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
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Dance End Shine Stars
Habit rules the unreflecting herd.
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Habit Reflection Rule
The mind of man is a thousand times more beautiful than the earth on which he dwells.
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Beautiful Himself Man Mindset Time
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
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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Eyes Life Love Reason Simplicity Worry Yourself
A perfect woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With something of angelic light.
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Comfortable Light Perfection Spirit Woman
Imagination is the means of deep insight and sympathy, the power to conceive and express images removed from normal objective reality.
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Expression Imagination Power Reality
Shalt show us how divine a thing A woman may be made.
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Divine Woman
As high as we have mounted in delight, In our dejection do we sink as low.
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Grief Happiness Ourselves
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
One daffodil is worth a thousand pleasures, then one is too few.
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Flower Oneself Worth
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

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