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A perfect woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With something of angelic light.

William Wordsworth

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
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
Let Nature be your teacher.
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Nature Teacher Yourself
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
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
And now I see with eye serene, The very pulse of the machine. A being breathing thoughtful breaths, A traveler between life and death.
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Death Eyes Life Myself See Travel
We live by admiration, hope and love.
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Hope Live Love
In ourselves our safety must be sought. By our own right hand it must be wrought.
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Hands Ourselves Right Safety
Pleasure is spread through the earth In stray gifts to be claimed by whoever shall find.
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Gift Nature
And we shall find A pleasure in the dimness of the stars.
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Pleasure Stars
But trailing clouds of glory do we come, From God, who is our home: Heaven lies about us in our infancy!
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Glory God Heaven Home Ourselves
The memory of the just survives in Heaven.
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Heaven Memories Survive
Habit rules the unreflecting herd.
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Habit Reflection Rule
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
As high as we have mounted in delight, In our dejection do we sink as low.
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Grief Happiness Ourselves
From the body of one guilty deed a thousand ghostly fears and haunting thoughts proceed.
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Body Fear Guilty Oneself

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