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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.

William Wordsworth

My heart leaps up when I behold
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Heart Myself
As high as we have mounted in delight, In our dejection do we sink as low.
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Grief Happiness Ourselves
A famous man is Robin Hood, The English ballad-singer’s joy.
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Famous Joy Man Singer
And I am happy when I sing.
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Happiness Myself Sing
A few strong instincts and a few plain rules.
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Rule Strong
But thou that didst appear so fair To fond imagination, Dost rival in the light of day Her delicate creation.
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Creation Enemy Herself Imagination Light
We live by admiration, hope and love.
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Hope Live Love
Great men have been among us; hands that penn’d and tongues that utter’d wisdom.
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Greatness Hands Man Wisdom
And suddenly all your troubles melt away, all your worries are gone, and it is for no reason other than the look in your partner’s eyes. Yes, sometimes life and love really is that simple.
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Eyes Life Love Reason Simplicity Worry Yourself
Prompt to move but firm to wait – knowing things rashly sought are rarely found.
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Rare Wait
The light that never was, on sea or land; The consecration, and the Poet’s dream.
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Dream Light Poet Sea
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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Forget Forgetfulness Glory Naked Ourselves
The ocean is a mighty harmonist.
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Ocean One Liner
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
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
O joy! that in our embers Is something that doth live, That nature yet remembers What was so fugitive!
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Joy Live Nature Ourselves Remember

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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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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