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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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Poetry is emotion recollected in tranquillity.
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Never to blend our pleasure or our pride With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.
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We have within ourselves Enough to fill the present day with joy, And overspread the future years with hope.
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All that we behold is full of blessings.
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Then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils.
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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
A few strong instincts and a few plain rules.
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Prompt to move but firm to wait – knowing things rashly sought are rarely found.
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Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.
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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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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
One daffodil is worth a thousand pleasures, then one is too few.
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Habit rules the unreflecting herd.
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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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My heart leaps up when I behold
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