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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

Strongest minds are often those whom the noisy world hears least.
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Mindset Strong World
Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.
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Breathe Heart Yourself
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
Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.
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Heart Herself Love Nature
Pleasure is spread through the earth In stray gifts to be claimed by whoever shall find.
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Gift Nature
My heart leaps up when I behold
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Heart Myself
Then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils.
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Dance Flower Heart Myself Nature
A mind forever Voyaging through strange seas of Thought, alone.
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Alone Forever Mindset Sea
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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Forget Ourselves Rise Soul
Wisdom is oftentimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar.
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Nature Philosophy Wisdom
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 noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence.
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Moments Ourselves Silence
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
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
To me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
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Flower Lie Myself Tears
Be mild, and cleave to gentle things, thy glory and thy happiness be there.
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Glory Happiness

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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