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Great is the glory, for the strife is hard!

William Wordsworth

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 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
Come grow old with me. The best is yet to be.
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Best Growth Myself Old Relationship
A famous man is Robin Hood, The English ballad-singer’s joy.
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Famous Joy Man Singer
With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things.
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Eyes Joy Life Power Quiet See
Strongest minds are often those whom the noisy world hears least.
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Mindset Strong World
The memory of the just survives in Heaven.
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Heaven Memories Survive
Never to blend our pleasure or our pride With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.
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Feeling Ourselves Pleasure Pride
Let Nature be your teacher.
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Nature Teacher Yourself
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
A tale in everything.
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One Liner Story
Then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils.
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Dance Flower Heart Myself Nature
Often in my way have I stood still, though but a casual passenger, so much I felt the awfulness of life.
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Feeling Life Myself
A mind forever Voyaging through strange seas of Thought, alone.
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Alone Forever Mindset Sea
But thou that didst appear so fair To fond imagination, Dost rival in the light of day Her delicate creation.
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Creation Enemy Herself Imagination Light
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

Great is the glory, for the strife is hard!

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