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To me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.

William Wordsworth

To me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Flower Lie Myself Tears
Then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils.
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Dance Flower Heart Myself Nature
From the body of one guilty deed a thousand ghostly fears and haunting thoughts proceed.
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Body Fear Guilty Oneself
A voice so thrilling ne’er was heard. Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.
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Break Sea Silence Voice
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
A few strong instincts and a few plain rules.
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Rule Strong
Strongest minds are often those whom the noisy world hears least.
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Mindset Strong World
Be mild, and cleave to gentle things, thy glory and thy happiness be there.
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Glory Happiness
Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from.
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Feeling Poetry Powerful
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
Prompt to move but firm to wait – knowing things rashly sought are rarely found.
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Rare Wait
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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Break Comfortable Endurance Heart Love Strength
Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence.
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Moments Ourselves Silence
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
And we shall find A pleasure in the dimness of the stars.
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Pleasure Stars
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

To me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.

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