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In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts bring sad thoughts to the mind.

William Wordsworth

Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.
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Darkness Nature Suffering
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts bring sad thoughts to the mind.
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Mindset Sadness Thinking
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
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
All that we behold is full of blessings.
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Blessing Gratitude One Liner
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
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
The education of circumstances is superior to that of intuition.
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Education Philosophy
There is a comfort in the strength of love; ‘Twill make a thing endurable, which else would overset the brain, or break the heart.
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Break Comfortable Endurance Heart Love Strength
In ourselves our safety must be sought. By our own right hand it must be wrought.
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Hands Ourselves Right Safety
Pleasure is spread through the earth In stray gifts to be claimed by whoever shall find.
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Gift Nature
Never to blend our pleasure or our pride With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.
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Feeling Ourselves Pleasure Pride
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
How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that freedom bold.
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Flower Freedom
A tale in everything.
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One Liner Story
Poetry is emotion recollected in tranquillity.
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Collection Emotion Poetry Tranquility

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