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There is creation in the eye.

William Wordsworth

We live by admiration, hope and love.
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Hope Live Love
Come grow old with me. The best is yet to be.
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Best Growth Myself Old Relationship
The softest breeze to fairest flowers gives birth: Think not that Prudence dwells in dark abodes, She scans the future with the eye of gods.
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Born Flower Joy Thinking
But who is innocent? By grace divine, Not otherwise,O Nature! we are thine.
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Divine Grace Nature
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
Be mild, and cleave to gentle things, thy glory and thy happiness be there.
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Glory Happiness
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
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
Imagination is the means of deep insight and sympathy, the power to conceive and express images removed from normal objective reality.
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Expression Imagination Power Reality
But He is risen, a later star of dawn.
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Himself Rise Stars
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
True beauty dwells in deep retreats, Till heart with heart in concord beats, and the lover is beloved.
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Beauty Heart Love See True
Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.
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Darkness Nature Suffering
My heart leaps up when I behold
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Heart Myself
The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.
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Flower Nature
Then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils.
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Dance Flower Heart Myself Nature

There is creation in the eye.

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