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Poetry is the first and last of all knowledge – it is as immortal as the heart of man.

William Wordsworth

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A famous man is Robin Hood, The English ballad-singer’s joy.
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Famous Joy Man Singer
The memory of the just survives in Heaven.
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Heaven Memories Survive
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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Break Comfortable Endurance Heart Love Strength
Rest and be thankful.
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One Liner Thankful
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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Glory God Heaven Home Ourselves
Mathematics is an independent world created out of pure intelligence.
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Creation Independent Intelligence Mathematics World
Type of the wise who soar but never roam, True to the kindred points of heaven and home.
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Heaven Home True Wisdom
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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Born Flower Joy Thinking
As high as we have mounted in delight, In our dejection do we sink as low.
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Grief Happiness Ourselves
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
But who is innocent? By grace divine, Not otherwise,O Nature! we are thine.
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Divine Grace Nature
All that we behold is full of blessings.
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Blessing Gratitude One Liner
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
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
A perfect woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With something of angelic light.
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Comfortable Light Perfection Spirit Woman
And I am happy when I sing.
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Happiness Myself Sing

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