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Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence.

William Wordsworth

Strongest minds are often those whom the noisy world hears least.
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Mindset Strong World
We live by admiration, hope and love.
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Hope Live Love
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
Thought and theory must precede all action, that moves to salutary purposes. Yet action is nobler in itself than either thought or theory.
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Action Purpose Theory Thinking
Shalt show us how divine a thing A woman may be made.
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Divine Woman
And we shall find A pleasure in the dimness of the stars.
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Pleasure Stars
In ourselves our safety must be sought. By our own right hand it must be wrought.
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Hands Ourselves Right Safety
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
As high as we have mounted in delight, In our dejection do we sink as low.
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Grief Happiness Ourselves
May books and nature be their early joy!
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Book Joy Nature
To character and success, two things, contradictory as they may seem, must go together. Humble dependence on God and manly reliance on self.
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Character God Humble Independent Success Togetherness
Faith is a passionate intuition.
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Faith Passionate
The memory of the just survives in Heaven.
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Heaven Memories Survive
Great is the glory, for the strife is hard!
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Glory Greatness Hard
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
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

Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence.

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