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We murder to dissect.
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But who shall parcel out His intellect by geometric rules, Split like a province into round and square?
William Wordsworth
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Happier of happy though I be, like them I cannot take possession of the sky, mount with a thoughtless impulse, and wheel there, one of a mighty multitude whose way and motion is a harmony and dance magnificent.
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A famous man is Robin Hood, The English ballad-singer's joy.
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Burn all the statutes and their shelves: They stir us up against our kind; And worse, against ourselves.
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The unconquerable pang of despised love.
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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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Nuns fret not at their convent's narrow room; And hermits are contented with their cells.
William Wordsworth
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I should dread to disfigure the beautiful ideal of the memories of illustrious persons with incongruous features, and to sully the imaginative purity of classical works with gross and trivial recollections.
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Science appears but what in truth she is, Not as our glory and our absolute boast, But as a succedaneum, and a prop To our infirmity.
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To be young was very heaven!
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Or shipwrecked, kindles on the coast False fires, that others may be lost.
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... and we shall find A pleasure in the dimness of the stars.
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Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretch'd in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
William Wordsworth
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Through primrose tufts, in that green bower, The periwinkle trails its wreath; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopped and played, Their thoughts I cannot measure; But the least motion which they made, It seemed a thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the breezy air; And I must think, do all I can That there was pleasure there. If this belief from heaven be sent, If such be Nature's holy plan, Have I not reason to lament What man has made of man?
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The good die first, and they whose hearts are dry as summer dust, burn to the socket.
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One with more of soul in his face than words on his tongue.
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Pictures deface walls more often than they decorate them.
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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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And often, glad no more, We wear a face of joy because We have been glad of yore.
William Wordsworth
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Come, blessed barrier between day and day, Dear mother of fresh thoughts and joyous health!
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Since thy return, through days and weeks Of hope that grew by stealth, How many wan and faded cheeks Have kindled into health! The Old, by thee revived, have said, 'Another year is ours;' And wayworn Wanderers, poorly fed, Have smiled upon thy flowers.
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Provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke.
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There's something in a flying horse, There's something in a huge balloon.
William Wordsworth