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

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
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
The ocean is a mighty harmonist.
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Ocean One Liner
A few strong instincts and a few plain rules.
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Rule Strong
Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretch’d in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
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Dance End Shine Stars
A tale in everything.
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One Liner Story
Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from.
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Feeling Poetry Powerful
The memory of the just survives in Heaven.
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Heaven Memories Survive
A mind forever Voyaging through strange seas of Thought, alone.
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Alone Forever Mindset Sea
And suddenly all your troubles melt away, all your worries are gone, and it is for no reason other than the look in your partner’s eyes. Yes, sometimes life and love really is that simple.
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Eyes Life Love Reason Simplicity Worry Yourself
All that we behold is full of blessings.
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Blessing Gratitude One Liner
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
Habit rules the unreflecting herd.
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Habit Reflection Rule
Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.
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Heart Herself Love Nature
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
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

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

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