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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

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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Fear Feeling Future Healing Himself Love Past Spirit World
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
The light that never was, on sea or land; The consecration, and the Poet’s dream.
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Dream Light Poet Sea
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
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
Great men have been among us; hands that penn’d and tongues that utter’d wisdom.
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Greatness Hands Man Wisdom
A mind forever Voyaging through strange seas of Thought, alone.
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Alone Forever Mindset Sea
A famous man is Robin Hood, The English ballad-singer’s joy.
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Famous Joy Man Singer
The ocean is a mighty harmonist.
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Ocean One Liner
As high as we have mounted in delight, In our dejection do we sink as low.
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Grief Happiness Ourselves
Pleasure is spread through the earth In stray gifts to be claimed by whoever shall find.
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Gift Nature
But who is innocent? By grace divine, Not otherwise,O Nature! we are thine.
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Divine Grace Nature
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
Memories -images and precious thoughts that shall not die and cannot be destroyed.
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Death Destroy Memories
And I am happy when I sing.
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Happiness Myself Sing
One daffodil is worth a thousand pleasures, then one is too few.
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Flower Oneself Worth
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
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
We live by admiration, hope and love.
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Hope Live Love
The mind of man is a thousand times more beautiful than the earth on which he dwells.
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Beautiful Himself Man Mindset Time
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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Dance Flower Lonely Myself Tree
Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher.
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Light Nature Teacher
A few strong instincts and a few plain rules.
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Rule Strong
From the body of one guilty deed a thousand ghostly fears and haunting thoughts proceed.
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Body Fear Guilty Oneself
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
Great is the glory, for the strife is hard!
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Glory Greatness Hard
Delight and liberty, the simple creed of childhood.
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Childhood Liberty Simplicity

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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