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

William Wordsworth

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
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
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
My heart leaps up when I behold
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Heart Myself
Never to blend our pleasure or our pride With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.
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Feeling Ourselves Pleasure Pride
Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence.
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Moments Ourselves Silence
Prompt to move but firm to wait – knowing things rashly sought are rarely found.
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Rare Wait
A few strong instincts and a few plain rules.
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Rule Strong
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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Action Purpose Theory Thinking
Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from.
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Feeling Poetry Powerful
Strongest minds are often those whom the noisy world hears least.
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Mindset Strong World
May books and nature be their early joy!
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Book Joy Nature
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
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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Alone See Soul
Great is the glory, for the strife is hard!
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Glory Greatness Hard
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

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

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