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From the body of one guilty deed a thousand ghostly fears and haunting thoughts proceed.

William Wordsworth

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A tale in everything.
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One Liner Story
Never to blend our pleasure or our pride With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.
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Feeling Ourselves Pleasure Pride
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
And now I see with eye serene, The very pulse of the machine. A being breathing thoughtful breaths, A traveler between life and death.
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Death Eyes Life Myself See Travel
To me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
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Flower Lie Myself Tears
And we shall find A pleasure in the dimness of the stars.
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Pleasure Stars
The mind of man is a thousand times more beautiful than the earth on which he dwells.
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Beautiful Himself Man Mindset Time
Strongest minds are often those whom the noisy world hears least.
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Mindset Strong World
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
The ocean is a mighty harmonist.
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Ocean One Liner
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
Mathematics is an independent world created out of pure intelligence.
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Creation Independent Intelligence Mathematics World
Let Nature be your teacher.
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Nature Teacher Yourself
Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.
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Heart Herself Love Nature
And I am happy when I sing.
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Happiness Myself Sing
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting; The Soul that rises with us, our life’s Star, Hath had elsewhere its setting, And cometh from afar.
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Forget Ourselves Rise Soul

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