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There is creation in the eye.

William Wordsworth

Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.
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Darkness Nature Suffering
A few strong instincts and a few plain rules.
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Rule Strong
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
Pleasure is spread through the earth In stray gifts to be claimed by whoever shall find.
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Gift Nature
And I am happy when I sing.
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Happiness Myself Sing
We live by admiration, hope and love.
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Hope Live Love
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
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
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
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
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
But who is innocent? By grace divine, Not otherwise,O Nature! we are thine.
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Divine Grace Nature
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
The light that never was, on sea or land; The consecration, and the Poet’s dream.
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Dream Light Poet Sea
And we shall find A pleasure in the dimness of the stars.
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Pleasure Stars

There is creation in the eye.

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