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Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.

William Wordsworth

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
Pleasure is spread through the earth In stray gifts to be claimed by whoever shall find.
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Gift Nature
Memories -images and precious thoughts that shall not die and cannot be destroyed.
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Death Destroy Memories
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
The memory of the just survives in Heaven.
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Heaven Memories Survive
Wisdom is oftentimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar.
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Nature Philosophy Wisdom
Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher.
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Light Nature Teacher
Shalt show us how divine a thing A woman may be made.
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Divine Woman
But He is risen, a later star of dawn.
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Himself Rise Stars
But who is innocent? By grace divine, Not otherwise,O Nature! we are thine.
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Divine Grace Nature
That inward eye/ Which is the bliss of solitude.
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Eyes Solitude
One daffodil is worth a thousand pleasures, then one is too few.
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Flower Oneself Worth
Poetry is the breath and finer spirit of all knowledge; it is the impassioned expression which is in the countenance of all Science.
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Breathe Expression Knowledge Poetry Science Spirit
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
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
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

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