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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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The ocean is a mighty harmonist.
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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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Mathematics is an independent world created out of pure intelligence.
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Come grow old with me. The best is yet to be.
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The memory of the just survives in Heaven.
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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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Memories -images and precious thoughts that shall not die and cannot be destroyed.
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To me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
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Poetry is emotion recollected in tranquillity.
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With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things.
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Never to blend our pleasure or our pride With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.
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Feeling Ourselves Pleasure Pride
He spake of love, such love as spirits feel In worlds whose course is equable and pure; No fears to beat away, no strife to heal,- The past unsighed for, and the future sure.
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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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Great men have been among us; hands that penn’d and tongues that utter’d wisdom.
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