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

William Wordsworth

Prompt to move but firm to wait – knowing things rashly sought are rarely found.
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Rare Wait
Let Nature be your teacher.
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Nature Teacher Yourself
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
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
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
And suddenly all your troubles melt away, all your worries are gone, and it is for no reason other than the look in your partner’s eyes. Yes, sometimes life and love really is that simple.
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Eyes Life Love Reason Simplicity Worry Yourself
Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher.
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Light Nature Teacher
And we shall find A pleasure in the dimness of the stars.
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Pleasure Stars
Memories -images and precious thoughts that shall not die and cannot be destroyed.
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Death Destroy Memories
We live by admiration, hope and love.
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Hope Live Love
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
Habit rules the unreflecting herd.
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Habit Reflection Rule
But He is risen, a later star of dawn.
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Himself Rise Stars
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
As high as we have mounted in delight, In our dejection do we sink as low.
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Grief Happiness Ourselves
Rest and be thankful.
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One Liner Thankful

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

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