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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 memory of the just survives in Heaven.
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The ocean is a mighty harmonist.
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But He is risen, a later star of dawn.
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And we shall find A pleasure in the dimness of the stars.
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We have within ourselves Enough to fill the present day with joy, And overspread the future years with hope.
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Mathematics is an independent world created out of pure intelligence.
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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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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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The education of circumstances is superior to that of intuition.
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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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The light that never was, on sea or land; The consecration, and the Poet’s dream.
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But trailing clouds of glory do we come, From God, who is our home: Heaven lies about us in our infancy!
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A tale in everything.
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There is a comfort in the strength of love; ‘Twill make a thing endurable, which else would overset the brain, or break the heart.
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