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There is creation in the eye.

William Wordsworth

From the body of one guilty deed a thousand ghostly fears and haunting thoughts proceed.
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Body Fear Guilty Oneself
Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.
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Darkness Nature Suffering
In ourselves our safety must be sought. By our own right hand it must be wrought.
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Hands Ourselves Right Safety
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
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
Faith is a passionate intuition.
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Faith Passionate
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
Memories -images and precious thoughts that shall not die and cannot be destroyed.
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Death Destroy Memories
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
Prompt to move but firm to wait – knowing things rashly sought are rarely found.
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Rare Wait
What we have loved Others will love And we will teach them how.
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Love Teaching
Come grow old with me. The best is yet to be.
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Best Growth Myself Old Relationship
There is creation in the eye.
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Creation Eyes
O joy! that in our embers Is something that doth live, That nature yet remembers What was so fugitive!
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Joy Live Nature Ourselves Remember
The world is too much with us; late and soon, getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours.
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Ourselves Power Waste World
Poetry is emotion recollected in tranquillity.
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Collection Emotion Poetry Tranquility

There is creation in the eye.

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