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And now I see with eye serene, The very pulse of the machine. A being breathing thoughtful breaths, A traveler between life and death.

William Wordsworth

A voice so thrilling ne’er was heard. Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.
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Break Sea Silence Voice
By all means sometimes be alone; salute thyself; see what thy soul doth wear; dare to look in thy chest; and tumble up and down what thou findest there.
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Alone See Soul
From the body of one guilty deed a thousand ghostly fears and haunting thoughts proceed.
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Body Fear Guilty Oneself
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
Dust as we are, the immortal spirit grows Like harmony in music; there is a dark Inscrutable workmanship that reconciles Discordant elements, makes them cling together In one society.
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Darkness Growth Mortal Music Spirit Togetherness
Come grow old with me. The best is yet to be.
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Best Growth Myself Old Relationship
That inward eye/ Which is the bliss of solitude.
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Eyes Solitude
We have within ourselves Enough to fill the present day with joy, And overspread the future years with hope.
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Beginning Enough Future Joy Ourselves Present
Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.
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Darkness Nature Suffering
But He is risen, a later star of dawn.
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Himself Rise Stars
The education of circumstances is superior to that of intuition.
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Education Philosophy
Memories -images and precious thoughts that shall not die and cannot be destroyed.
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Death Destroy Memories
Poetry is the first and last of all knowledge – it is as immortal as the heart of man.
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Heart Immortal Knowledge Man Poetry
Chains tie us down by land and sea; And wishes, vain as mine, may be All that is left to comfort thee.
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Comfortable Sea
Prompt to move but firm to wait – knowing things rashly sought are rarely found.
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Rare Wait
Shalt show us how divine a thing A woman may be made.
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Divine Woman

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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