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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

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
Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.
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Darkness Nature Suffering
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
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
May books and nature be their early joy!
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Book Joy Nature
But who is innocent? By grace divine, Not otherwise,O Nature! we are thine.
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Divine Grace Nature
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
The ocean is a mighty harmonist.
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Ocean One Liner
Faith is a passionate intuition.
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Faith Passionate
But thou that didst appear so fair To fond imagination, Dost rival in the light of day Her delicate creation.
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Creation Enemy Herself Imagination Light
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
In ourselves our safety must be sought. By our own right hand it must be wrought.
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Hands Ourselves Right Safety
And suddenly all your troubles melt away, all your worries are gone, and it is for no reason other than the look in your partner’s eyes. Yes, sometimes life and love really is that simple.
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Eyes Life Love Reason Simplicity Worry Yourself
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
Wisdom married to immortal verse.
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Marriage Mortal Wisdom
Life is divided into three terms – that which was, which is, and which will be.
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Future Life Past Philosphy Present

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