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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

The light that never was, on sea or land; The consecration, and the Poet’s dream.
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Dream Light Poet Sea
A famous man is Robin Hood, The English ballad-singer’s joy.
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Famous Joy Man Singer
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
We live by admiration, hope and love.
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Hope Live Love
Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.
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Darkness Nature Suffering
As high as we have mounted in delight, In our dejection do we sink as low.
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Grief Happiness Ourselves
There is creation in the eye.
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Creation Eyes
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
Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.
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Heart Herself Love Nature
A mind forever Voyaging through strange seas of Thought, alone.
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Alone Forever Mindset Sea
True beauty dwells in deep retreats, Till heart with heart in concord beats, and the lover is beloved.
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Beauty Heart Love See True
Shalt show us how divine a thing A woman may be made.
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Divine Woman
The memory of the just survives in Heaven.
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Heaven Memories Survive
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
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.
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Born Flower Joy Thinking
A few strong instincts and a few plain rules.
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Rule Strong

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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