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Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height,...
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Thou hast left behind Powers that will work for thee; air, earth, and skies;...
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Three years she grew in sun and shower, Then Nature said, 'A lovelier flower...
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The rapt One, of the godlike forehead, The heaven-eyed creature sleeps in earth:...
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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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The good old rule Sufficeth them, the simple plan, That they should take, who have the power, And they should keep who can.
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So didst thou travel on life's common way, In cheerful godliness; and yet thy heart The lowliest duties on herself did lay.
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She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and oh, The difference to me!
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Our haughty life is crowned with darkness, Like London with its own black wreath,
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Our Luke shall leave us, Isabel; the land Shall not go from us, and it shall be free;...
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Is there not An art, a music, and a stream of words That shalt be life, the acknowledged voice of life?
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A simple child, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death?
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Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close upon the growing boy.
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The Solitary answered: Such a Form Full well I recollect. We often crossed Each other's path; but, as the Intruder seemed Fondly to prize the silence which he kept, And I as willingly did cherish mine, We met, and passed, like shadows. I have heard, From my good Host, that being crazed in brain By unrequited love, he scaled the rocks, Dived into caves, and pierced the matted woods, In hope to find some virtuous herb of power To cure his malady!
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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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What is a Poet? 'He is a man speaking to men: a man, it is true, endued with more lively sensibility, more enthusiasm and tenderness, who has a greater knowledge of human nature, and a more comprehensive soul, than are supposed to be common among mankind; a man pleased with his own passions and volitions, and who rejoices more than other men in the spirit of life that is in him; delighting to contemplate similar volitions and passions as manifested in the goings-on of the universe, and habitually impelled to create them where he does not find them.'
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Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquillity: the emotion is contemplated till, by a species of reaction, the tranquillity gradually disappears, and an emotion, kindred to that which was the subject of contemplation, is gradually produced, and does itself actually exist in the mind.
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That though the radiance which was once so bright be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, glory in the flower. We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.
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For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes the still, sad music of humanity.
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