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Rest and be thankful.

William Wordsworth

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Chains tie us down by land and sea; And wishes, vain as mine, may be All that is left to comfort thee.
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Comfortable Sea
Poetry is emotion recollected in tranquillity.
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Collection Emotion Poetry Tranquility
The memory of the just survives in Heaven.
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Heaven Memories Survive
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
Thought and theory must precede all action, that moves to salutary purposes. Yet action is nobler in itself than either thought or theory.
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Action Purpose Theory Thinking
That inward eye/ Which is the bliss of solitude.
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Eyes Solitude
The mind of man is a thousand times more beautiful than the earth on which he dwells.
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Beautiful Himself Man Mindset Time
Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence.
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Moments Ourselves Silence
One with more of soul in his face than words on his tongue.
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Face Oneself Soul Word
A mind forever Voyaging through strange seas of Thought, alone.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Alone Forever Mindset Sea
Great is the glory, for the strife is hard!
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Glory Greatness Hard
Come grow old with me. The best is yet to be.
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Best Growth Myself Old Relationship
A voice so thrilling ne’er was heard. Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.
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Break Sea Silence Voice
But He is risen, a later star of dawn.
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Himself Rise Stars
To me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
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Flower Lie Myself Tears
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.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Dance Flower Lonely Myself Tree

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