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Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.

William Wordsworth

Let Nature be your teacher.
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Nature Teacher Yourself
Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher.
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Light Nature Teacher
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
And suddenly all your troubles melt away, all your worries are gone, and it is for no reason other than the look in your partner’s eyes. Yes, sometimes life and love really is that simple.
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Eyes Life Love Reason Simplicity Worry Yourself
Prompt to move but firm to wait – knowing things rashly sought are rarely found.
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Rare Wait
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
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
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
But He is risen, a later star of dawn.
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Himself Rise Stars
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
And we shall find A pleasure in the dimness of the stars.
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Pleasure Stars
Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.
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Breathe Heart Yourself
The education of circumstances is superior to that of intuition.
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Education Philosophy
A perfect woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With something of angelic light.
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Comfortable Light Perfection Spirit Woman
Great is the glory, for the strife is hard!
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Glory Greatness Hard
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

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