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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

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Pleasure is spread through the earth In stray gifts to be claimed by whoever shall find.
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Gift Nature
Mathematics is an independent world created out of pure intelligence.
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Creation Independent Intelligence Mathematics World
We live by admiration, hope and love.
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Hope Live Love
O joy! that in our embers Is something that doth live, That nature yet remembers What was so fugitive!
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Joy Live Nature Ourselves Remember
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
Memories -images and precious thoughts that shall not die and cannot be destroyed.
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Death Destroy Memories
Life is divided into three terms – that which was, which is, and which will be.
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Future Life Past Philosphy Present
The memory of the just survives in Heaven.
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Heaven Memories Survive
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts bring sad thoughts to the mind.
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Mindset Sadness Thinking
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
A few strong instincts and a few plain rules.
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Rule Strong
Never to blend our pleasure or our pride With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.
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Feeling Ourselves Pleasure Pride
One daffodil is worth a thousand pleasures, then one is too few.
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Flower Oneself Worth
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
Wisdom married to immortal verse.
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Marriage Mortal Wisdom
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

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