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As high as we have mounted in delight, In our dejection do we sink as low.

William Wordsworth

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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
The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.
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Flower Nature
But who is innocent? By grace divine, Not otherwise,O Nature! we are thine.
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Divine Grace Nature
From the body of one guilty deed a thousand ghostly fears and haunting thoughts proceed.
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Body Fear Guilty Oneself
Shalt show us how divine a thing A woman may be made.
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Divine Woman
The memory of the just survives in Heaven.
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Heaven Memories Survive
There is creation in the eye.
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Creation Eyes
The education of circumstances is superior to that of intuition.
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Education Philosophy
Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.
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Darkness Nature Suffering
One with more of soul in his face than words on his tongue.
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Face Oneself Soul Word
Often in my way have I stood still, though but a casual passenger, so much I felt the awfulness of life.
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Feeling Life Myself
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
Be mild, and cleave to gentle things, thy glory and thy happiness be there.
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Glory Happiness
A tale in everything.
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One Liner Story
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
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

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