How many undervalue the power of simplicity ! But it is the real key to the heart.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHAs high as we have mounted in delight, In our dejection do we sink as low.
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Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.
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Wisdom is oftentimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar.
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In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts bring sad thoughts to the mind.
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One with more of soul in his face than words on his tongue.
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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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But who is innocent? By grace divine, Not otherwise,O Nature! we are thine.
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Great men have been among us; hands that penn’d and tongues that utter’d wisdom.
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As high as we have mounted in delight, In our dejection do we sink as low.
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The education of circumstances is superior to that of intuition.
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A famous man is Robin Hood, The English ballad-singer’s joy.
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May books and nature be their early joy!
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The memory of the just survives in Heaven.
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There is creation in the eye.
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A tale in everything.
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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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Rest and be thankful.
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A mind forever Voyaging through strange seas of Thought, alone.
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The light that never was, on sea or land; The consecration, and the Poet’s dream.
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And we shall find A pleasure in the dimness of the stars.
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A few strong instincts and a few plain rules.
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And I am happy when I sing.
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A voice so thrilling ne’er was heard. Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.
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Pleasure is spread through the earth In stray gifts to be claimed by whoever shall find.
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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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Type of the wise who soar but never roam, True to the kindred points of heaven and home.
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Habit rules the unreflecting herd.
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