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Great is the glory, for the strife is hard!

William Wordsworth

Great is the glory, for the strife is hard!
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Glory Greatness Hard
To character and success, two things, contradictory as they may seem, must go together. Humble dependence on God and manly reliance on self.
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Character God Humble Independent Success Togetherness
And I am happy when I sing.
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Happiness Myself Sing
Rest and be thankful.
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One Liner Thankful
The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.
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Flower Nature
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
Prompt to move but firm to wait – knowing things rashly sought are rarely found.
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Rare Wait
My heart leaps up when I behold
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Heart Myself
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
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
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
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
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
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
There is creation in the eye.
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Creation Eyes
Chains tie us down by land and sea; And wishes, vain as mine, may be All that is left to comfort thee.
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Comfortable Sea

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