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There is creation in the eye.

William Wordsworth

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Prompt to move but firm to wait – knowing things rashly sought are rarely found.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Rare Wait
That inward eye/ Which is the bliss of solitude.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Eyes Solitude
Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence.
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Moments Ourselves Silence
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
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
Rest and be thankful.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

One Liner Thankful
Poetry is emotion recollected in tranquillity.
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Collection Emotion Poetry Tranquility
May books and nature be their early joy!
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Book Joy Nature
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
Love betters what is best.
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Best Love One Liner
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
Never to blend our pleasure or our pride With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Feeling Ourselves Pleasure Pride
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.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Eyes Heart Myself Tears
Habit rules the unreflecting herd.
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Habit Reflection Rule
Poetry is the first and last of all knowledge – it is as immortal as the heart of man.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Heart Immortal Knowledge Man Poetry
Often in my way have I stood still, though but a casual passenger, so much I felt the awfulness of life.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Feeling Life Myself

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