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But who is innocent? By grace divine, Not otherwise,O Nature! we are thine.

William Wordsworth

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
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
The light that never was, on sea or land; The consecration, and the Poet’s dream.
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Dream Light Poet Sea
The world is too much with us; late and soon, getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours.
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Ourselves Power Waste World
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
And we shall find A pleasure in the dimness of the stars.
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Pleasure Stars
Great is the glory, for the strife is hard!
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Glory Greatness Hard
Habit rules the unreflecting herd.
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Habit Reflection Rule
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
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
What we have loved Others will love And we will teach them how.
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Love Teaching
Imagination is the means of deep insight and sympathy, the power to conceive and express images removed from normal objective reality.
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Expression Imagination Power Reality
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting; The Soul that rises with us, our life’s Star, Hath had elsewhere its setting, And cometh from afar.
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Forget Ourselves Rise Soul
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

But who is innocent? By grace divine, Not otherwise,O Nature! we are thine.

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