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And I am happy when I sing.

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
Habit rules the unreflecting herd.
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Habit Reflection Rule
We have within ourselves Enough to fill the present day with joy, And overspread the future years with hope.
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Beginning Enough Future Joy Ourselves Present
Then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils.
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Dance Flower Heart Myself Nature
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting. Not in entire forgetfulness, and not in utter nakedness, but trailing clouds of glory do we come.
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Forget Forgetfulness Glory Naked Ourselves
May books and nature be their early joy!
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Book Joy Nature
Memories -images and precious thoughts that shall not die and cannot be destroyed.
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Death Destroy Memories
Pleasure is spread through the earth In stray gifts to be claimed by whoever shall find.
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Gift Nature
Life is divided into three terms – that which was, which is, and which will be.
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Future Life Past Philosphy Present
A voice so thrilling ne’er was heard. Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.
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Break Sea Silence Voice
Shalt show us how divine a thing A woman may be made.
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Divine Woman
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
O joy! that in our embers Is something that doth live, That nature yet remembers What was so fugitive!
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Joy Live Nature Ourselves Remember
Poetry is the first and last of all knowledge – it is as immortal as the heart of man.
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Heart Immortal Knowledge Man Poetry
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
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

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