True beauty dwells in deep retreats, Till heart with heart in concord beats, and the lover is beloved.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHPrompt to move but firm to wait – knowing things rashly sought are rarely found.
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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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But He is risen, a later star of dawn.
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The softest breeze to fairest flowers gives birth: Think not that Prudence dwells in dark abodes, She scans the future with the eye of gods.
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All that we behold is full of blessings.
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Love betters what is best.
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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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What we have loved Others will love And we will teach them how.
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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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Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence.
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O joy! that in our embers Is something that doth live, That nature yet remembers What was so fugitive!
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Poetry is the first and last of all knowledge – it is as immortal as the heart of man.
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And I am happy when I sing.
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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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The ocean is a mighty harmonist.
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Mathematics is an independent world created out of pure intelligence.
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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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There is a comfort in the strength of love; ‘Twill make a thing endurable, which else would overset the brain, or break the heart.
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The memory of the just survives in Heaven.
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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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Then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils.
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My heart leaps up when I behold
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In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts bring sad thoughts to the mind.
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And we shall find A pleasure in the dimness of the stars.
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We live by admiration, hope and love.
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Delight and liberty, the simple creed of childhood.
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