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O joy! that in our embers Is something that doth live, That nature yet remembers What was so fugitive!

William Wordsworth

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Shalt show us how divine a thing A woman may be made.
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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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Faith is a passionate intuition.
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Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher.
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All that we behold is full of blessings.
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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.
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Poetry is the breath and finer spirit of all knowledge; it is the impassioned expression which is in the countenance of all Science.
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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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There is a comfort in the strength of love; ‘Twill make a thing endurable, which else would overset the brain, or break the heart.
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One with more of soul in his face than words on his tongue.
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As high as we have mounted in delight, In our dejection do we sink as low.
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The memory of the just survives in Heaven.
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Habit rules the unreflecting herd.
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Great is the glory, for the strife is hard!
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But who is innocent? By grace divine, Not otherwise,O Nature! we are thine.
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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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