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Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher.

William Wordsworth

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
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
Let Nature be your teacher.
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Nature Teacher Yourself
Prompt to move but firm to wait – knowing things rashly sought are rarely found.
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Rare Wait
Shalt show us how divine a thing A woman may be made.
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Divine Woman
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
Type of the wise who soar but never roam, True to the kindred points of heaven and home.
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Heaven Home True Wisdom
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
But who is innocent? By grace divine, Not otherwise,O Nature! we are thine.
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Divine Grace Nature
Great is the glory, for the strife is hard!
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Glory Greatness Hard
Poetry is the first and last of all knowledge – it is as immortal as the heart of man.
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Heart Immortal Knowledge Man Poetry
Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from.
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Feeling Poetry Powerful
In ourselves our safety must be sought. By our own right hand it must be wrought.
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Hands Ourselves Right Safety
Never to blend our pleasure or our pride With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.
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Feeling Ourselves Pleasure Pride
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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Expression Imagination Power Reality
As high as we have mounted in delight, In our dejection do we sink as low.
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Grief Happiness Ourselves

Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher.

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