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William Wordsworth
Wisdom and spirit of the Universe!Thou soul is the eternity of thought!That giv'st to forms and images a breathAnd everlasting motion! Not in vainBy day or star-light thus from by first dawnOf childhood didst thou intertwine for meThe passions that build up our human soul,Not with the mean and vulgar works of man,But with high objects, with enduring things,With life and nature, purifying thusThe elements of feeling and of thought,And sanctifying, by such disciplineBoth pain and fear, until we recognizeA grandeur in the beatings of the heart.
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William Wordsworth
That best portion of a good man's life, His little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love.
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William Wordsworth
What though the radiance which was once so brightBe not forever taken from my sight,Though nothing can bring back the hourOf splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;Strength in what remains behind,In the primal sympathyWhich having been must ever be,In the soothing thoughts that springOut of Human suffering,In the faith that looks through deathIn years that bring philophic mind.
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