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

William Wordsworth

Rest and be thankful.
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One Liner Thankful
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
To me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
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Flower Lie Myself Tears
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
But He is risen, a later star of dawn.
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Himself Rise Stars
What we have loved Others will love And we will teach them how.
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Love Teaching
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
Shalt show us how divine a thing A woman may be made.
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Divine Woman
Wisdom is oftentimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar.
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Nature Philosophy Wisdom
Thought and theory must precede all action, that moves to salutary purposes. Yet action is nobler in itself than either thought or theory.
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Action Purpose Theory Thinking
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
Poetry is emotion recollected in tranquillity.
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Collection Emotion Poetry Tranquility
Great men have been among us; hands that penn’d and tongues that utter’d wisdom.
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Greatness Hands Man Wisdom
Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.
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Darkness Nature Suffering
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
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

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