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How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that freedom bold.

William Wordsworth

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Poetry is the first and last of all knowledge – it is as immortal as the heart of man.
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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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As high as we have mounted in delight, In our dejection do we sink as low.
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Be mild, and cleave to gentle things, thy glory and thy happiness be there.
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Shalt show us how divine a thing A woman may be made.
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Type of the wise who soar but never roam, True to the kindred points of heaven and home.
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O joy! that in our embers Is something that doth live, That nature yet remembers What was so fugitive!
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