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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

That inward eye/ Which is the bliss of solitude.
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Eyes Solitude
Wisdom married to immortal verse.
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Marriage Mortal Wisdom
Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.
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Breathe Heart Yourself
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
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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Dance Flower Lonely Myself Tree
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
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
The ocean is a mighty harmonist.
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Ocean One Liner
Chains tie us down by land and sea; And wishes, vain as mine, may be All that is left to comfort thee.
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Comfortable Sea
Faith is a passionate intuition.
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Faith Passionate
Strongest minds are often those whom the noisy world hears least.
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Mindset Strong World
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
Often in my way have I stood still, though but a casual passenger, so much I felt the awfulness of life.
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Feeling Life Myself
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
And I am happy when I sing.
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Happiness Myself Sing
Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.
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Heart Herself Love Nature

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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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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