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One daffodil is worth a thousand pleasures, then one is too few.

William Wordsworth

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One with more of soul in his face than words on his tongue.
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Face Oneself Soul Word
We live by admiration, hope and love.
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Hope Live Love
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting. Not in entire forgetfulness, and not in utter nakedness, but trailing clouds of glory do we come.
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Forget Forgetfulness Glory Naked Ourselves
A few strong instincts and a few plain rules.
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Rule Strong
Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.
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Darkness Nature Suffering
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
Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher.
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Light Nature Teacher
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
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
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
Let Nature be your teacher.
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Nature Teacher Yourself
Never to blend our pleasure or our pride With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.
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Feeling Ourselves Pleasure Pride
A mind forever Voyaging through strange seas of Thought, alone.
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Alone Forever Mindset Sea
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
Then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils.
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Dance Flower Heart Myself Nature
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

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