But trailing clouds of glory do we come, From God, who is our home: Heaven lies about us in our infancy!
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHAnd 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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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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Come grow old with me. The best is yet to be.
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Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting; The Soul that rises with us, our life’s Star, Hath had elsewhere its setting, And cometh from afar.
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Never to blend our pleasure or our pride With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.
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Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence.
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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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As high as we have mounted in delight, In our dejection do we sink as low.
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And we shall find A pleasure in the dimness of the stars.
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A voice so thrilling ne’er was heard. Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.
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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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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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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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O joy! that in our embers Is something that doth live, That nature yet remembers What was so fugitive!
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Shalt show us how divine a thing A woman may be made.
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There is creation in the eye.
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