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A famous man is Robin Hood, The English ballad-singer’s joy.

William Wordsworth

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Shalt show us how divine a thing A woman may be made.
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Divine Woman
Come grow old with me. The best is yet to be.
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Best Growth Myself Old Relationship
Prompt to move but firm to wait – knowing things rashly sought are rarely found.
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Rare Wait
But who is innocent? By grace divine, Not otherwise,O Nature! we are thine.
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Divine Grace Nature
Poetry is emotion recollected in tranquillity.
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Collection Emotion Poetry Tranquility
My heart leaps up when I behold
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Heart Myself
From the body of one guilty deed a thousand ghostly fears and haunting thoughts proceed.
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Body Fear Guilty Oneself
Pleasure is spread through the earth In stray gifts to be claimed by whoever shall find.
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Gift Nature
Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from.
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Feeling Poetry Powerful
Strongest minds are often those whom the noisy world hears least.
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Mindset Strong World
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
How many undervalue the power of simplicity ! But it is the real key to the heart.
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Heart Power Reality Simplicity Value
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
The memory of the just survives in Heaven.
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Heaven Memories Survive
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
A tale in everything.
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