The softest breeze to fairest flowers gives birth: Think not that Prudence dwells in dark abodes, She scans the future with the eye of gods.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHBy 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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We have within ourselves Enough to fill the present day with joy, And overspread the future years with hope.
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Then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils.
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The education of circumstances is superior to that of intuition.
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A few strong instincts and a few plain rules.
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Poetry is the first and last of all knowledge – it is as immortal as the heart of man.
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Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from.
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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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Thought and theory must precede all action, that moves to salutary purposes. Yet action is nobler in itself than either thought or theory.
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Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.
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Wisdom married to immortal verse.
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There is creation in the eye.
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Rest and be thankful.
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Poetry is emotion recollected in tranquillity.
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Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting. Not in entire forgetfulness, and not in utter nakedness, but trailing clouds of glory do we come.
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The memory of the just survives in Heaven.
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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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Pleasure is spread through the earth In stray gifts to be claimed by whoever shall find.
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A mind forever Voyaging through strange seas of Thought, alone.
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That inward eye/ Which is the bliss of solitude.
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Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher.
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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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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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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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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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Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.
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May books and nature be their early joy!
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