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Delight and liberty, the simple creed of childhood.

William Wordsworth

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Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.
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Darkness Nature Suffering
The education of circumstances is superior to that of intuition.
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Education Philosophy
Imagination is the means of deep insight and sympathy, the power to conceive and express images removed from normal objective reality.
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Expression Imagination Power Reality
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
The light that never was, on sea or land; The consecration, and the Poet’s dream.
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Dream Light Poet Sea
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
Come grow old with me. The best is yet to be.
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Best Growth Myself Old Relationship
The ocean is a mighty harmonist.
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Ocean One Liner
And we shall find A pleasure in the dimness of the stars.
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Pleasure Stars
All that we behold is full of blessings.
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Blessing Gratitude One Liner
We have within ourselves Enough to fill the present day with joy, And overspread the future years with hope.
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Beginning Enough Future Joy Ourselves Present
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
Type of the wise who soar but never roam, True to the kindred points of heaven and home.
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Heaven Home True Wisdom
Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.
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Heart Herself Love Nature
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
Habit rules the unreflecting herd.
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Habit Reflection Rule

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