Wisdom married to immortal verse.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHOur noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence.
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In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts bring sad thoughts to the mind.
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Memories -images and precious thoughts that shall not die and cannot be destroyed.
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Great men have been among us; hands that penn’d and tongues that utter’d wisdom.
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One with more of soul in his face than words on his tongue.
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One daffodil is worth a thousand pleasures, then one is too few.
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Rest and be thankful.
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But thou that didst appear so fair To fond imagination, Dost rival in the light of day Her delicate creation.
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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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The education of circumstances is superior to that of intuition.
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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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To me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
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The light that never was, on sea or land; The consecration, and the Poet’s dream.
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Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretch’d in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
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That inward eye/ Which is the bliss of solitude.
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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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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 spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from.
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But who is innocent? By grace divine, Not otherwise,O Nature! we are thine.
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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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As high as we have mounted in delight, In our dejection do we sink as low.
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By all means sometimes be alone; salute thyself; see what thy soul doth wear; dare to look in thy chest; and tumble up and down what thou findest there.
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Poetry is emotion recollected in tranquillity.
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Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.
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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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Pleasure is spread through the earth In stray gifts to be claimed by whoever shall find.
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Chains tie us down by land and sea; And wishes, vain as mine, may be All that is left to comfort thee.
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