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Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.

William Wordsworth

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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
Never to blend our pleasure or our pride With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.
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Feeling Ourselves Pleasure Pride
Mathematics is an independent world created out of pure intelligence.
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Creation Independent Intelligence Mathematics World
There is creation in the eye.
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Creation Eyes
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
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
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
Prompt to move but firm to wait – knowing things rashly sought are rarely found.
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Rare Wait
The memory of the just survives in Heaven.
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Heaven Memories Survive
True beauty dwells in deep retreats, Till heart with heart in concord beats, and the lover is beloved.
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Beauty Heart Love See True
O joy! that in our embers Is something that doth live, That nature yet remembers What was so fugitive!
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Joy Live Nature Ourselves Remember
Delight and liberty, the simple creed of childhood.
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Childhood Liberty Simplicity
And I am happy when I sing.
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Happiness Myself Sing
That inward eye/ Which is the bliss of solitude.
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Eyes Solitude
And we shall find A pleasure in the dimness of the stars.
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Pleasure Stars
May books and nature be their early joy!
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Book Joy Nature

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