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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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Life is divided into three terms – that which was, which is, and which will be.
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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
Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.
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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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Be mild, and cleave to gentle things, thy glory and thy happiness be there.
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Glory Happiness
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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Wisdom is oftentimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar.
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Nature Philosophy Wisdom
May books and nature be their early joy!
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Book Joy Nature
Prompt to move but firm to wait – knowing things rashly sought are rarely found.
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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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Eyes Heart Myself Tears
The memory of the just survives in Heaven.
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A tale in everything.
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One Liner Story
The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.
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Flower Nature
He spake of love, such love as spirits feel In worlds whose course is equable and pure; No fears to beat away, no strife to heal,- The past unsighed for, and the future sure.
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Fear Feeling Future Healing Himself Love Past Spirit 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
Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence.
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Moments Ourselves Silence

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