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Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from.

William Wordsworth

Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.
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Darkness Nature Suffering
Pleasure is spread through the earth In stray gifts to be claimed by whoever shall find.
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Gift Nature
Thought and theory must precede all action, that moves to salutary purposes. Yet action is nobler in itself than either thought or theory.
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Action Purpose Theory Thinking
Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from.
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Feeling Poetry Powerful
But thou that didst appear so fair To fond imagination, Dost rival in the light of day Her delicate creation.
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Creation Enemy Herself Imagination Light
Great men have been among us; hands that penn’d and tongues that utter’d wisdom.
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Greatness Hands Man Wisdom
All that we behold is full of blessings.
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Blessing Gratitude One Liner
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
And I am happy when I sing.
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Happiness Myself Sing
Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher.
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Light Nature Teacher
The softest breeze to fairest flowers gives birth: Think not that Prudence dwells in dark abodes, She scans the future with the eye of gods.
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Born Flower Joy Thinking
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
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
The light that never was, on sea or land; The consecration, and the Poet’s dream.
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Dream Light Poet Sea
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
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

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