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Type of the wise who soar but never roam, True to the kindred points of heaven and home.

William Wordsworth

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
But He is risen, a later star of dawn.
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Himself Rise Stars
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
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
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
Prompt to move but firm to wait – knowing things rashly sought are rarely found.
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Rare Wait
That inward eye/ Which is the bliss of solitude.
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Eyes Solitude
Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.
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Heart Herself Love Nature
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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Alone See Soul
Great men have been among us; hands that penn’d and tongues that utter’d wisdom.
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Greatness Hands Man Wisdom
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts bring sad thoughts to the mind.
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Mindset Sadness Thinking
But who is innocent? By grace divine, Not otherwise,O Nature! we are thine.
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Divine Grace Nature
The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.
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Flower Nature
Often in my way have I stood still, though but a casual passenger, so much I felt the awfulness of life.
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Feeling Life Myself
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
A tale in everything.
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