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The memory of the just survives in Heaven.

William Wordsworth

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Life is divided into three terms – that which was, which is, and which will be.
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A few strong instincts and a few plain rules.
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As high as we have mounted in delight, In our dejection do we sink as low.
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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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Dust as we are, the immortal spirit grows Like harmony in music; there is a dark Inscrutable workmanship that reconciles Discordant elements, makes them cling together In one society.
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A perfect woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With something of angelic light.
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A tale in everything.
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Prompt to move but firm to wait – knowing things rashly sought are rarely found.
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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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Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.
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Great is the glory, for the strife is hard!
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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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Flower Lie Myself Tears
That inward eye/ Which is the bliss of solitude.
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Eyes Solitude
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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Mathematics is an independent world created out of pure intelligence.
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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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