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William Wordsworth

Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence.
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Moments Ourselves Silence
Pleasure is spread through the earth In stray gifts to be claimed by whoever shall find.
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Gift Nature
Delight and liberty, the simple creed of childhood.
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Childhood Liberty Simplicity
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
True beauty dwells in deep retreats, Till heart with heart in concord beats, and the lover is beloved.
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Beauty Heart Love See True
Great men have been among us; hands that penn’d and tongues that utter’d wisdom.
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Greatness Hands Man Wisdom
We have within ourselves Enough to fill the present day with joy, And overspread the future years with hope.
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Beginning Enough Future Joy Ourselves Present
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts bring sad thoughts to the mind.
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Mindset Sadness Thinking
The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.
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Flower Nature
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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Forget Forgetfulness Glory Naked Ourselves
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
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
Life is divided into three terms – that which was, which is, and which will be.
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Future Life Past Philosphy Present
But who is innocent? By grace divine, Not otherwise,O Nature! we are thine.
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Divine Grace Nature
Never to blend our pleasure or our pride With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.
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Feeling Ourselves Pleasure Pride
Come grow old with me. The best is yet to be.
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Best Growth Myself Old Relationship

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