Then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHBut who is innocent? By grace divine, Not otherwise,O Nature! we are thine.
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Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.
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And I am happy when I sing.
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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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Strongest minds are often those whom the noisy world hears least.
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Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from.
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Be mild, and cleave to gentle things, thy glory and thy happiness be there.
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Mathematics is an independent world created out of pure intelligence.
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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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And we shall find A pleasure in the dimness of the stars.
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To me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
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With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things.
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The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.
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All that we behold is full of blessings.
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Poetry is the breath and finer spirit of all knowledge; it is the impassioned expression which is in the countenance of all Science.
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One with more of soul in his face than words on his tongue.
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Wisdom is oftentimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar.
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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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Let Nature be your teacher.
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Come grow old with me. The best is yet to be.
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Poetry is emotion recollected in tranquillity.
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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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We live by admiration, hope and love.
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A mind forever Voyaging through strange seas of Thought, alone.
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Life is divided into three terms – that which was, which is, and which will be.
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Pleasure is spread through the earth In stray gifts to be claimed by whoever shall find.
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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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