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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.

William Wordsworth

Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher.
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Light Nature Teacher
Mathematics is an independent world created out of pure intelligence.
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Creation Independent Intelligence Mathematics World
In ourselves our safety must be sought. By our own right hand it must be wrought.
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Hands Ourselves Right Safety
Great men have been among us; hands that penn’d and tongues that utter’d wisdom.
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Greatness Hands Man Wisdom
Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence.
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Moments Ourselves Silence
A few strong instincts and a few plain rules.
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Rule Strong
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 who is innocent? By grace divine, Not otherwise,O Nature! we are thine.
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Divine Grace Nature
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
A mind forever Voyaging through strange seas of Thought, alone.
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Alone Forever Mindset Sea
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
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
There is creation in the eye.
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Creation Eyes
Wisdom is oftentimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar.
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Nature Philosophy Wisdom
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
One with more of soul in his face than words on his tongue.
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Face Oneself Soul Word

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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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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