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A mind forever Voyaging through strange seas of Thought, alone.

William Wordsworth

A mind forever Voyaging through strange seas of Thought, alone.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Alone Forever Mindset Sea
The light that never was, on sea or land; The consecration, and the Poet’s dream.
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Dream Light Poet Sea
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
Wisdom married to immortal verse.
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Marriage Mortal Wisdom
Prompt to move but firm to wait – knowing things rashly sought are rarely found.
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Rare Wait
And I am happy when I sing.
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Happiness Myself Sing
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
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
Delight and liberty, the simple creed of childhood.
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Childhood Liberty Simplicity
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
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
That inward eye/ Which is the bliss of solitude.
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Eyes Solitude
Shalt show us how divine a thing A woman may be made.
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Divine Woman
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts bring sad thoughts to the mind.
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Mindset Sadness Thinking
Life is divided into three terms – that which was, which is, and which will be.
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Future Life Past Philosphy Present
To me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
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Flower Lie Myself Tears

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