Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers.
William Wordsworth
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Golf is a day spent in a round of strenuous idleness.
William Wordsworth
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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
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I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more.
William Wordsworth
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In modern business it is not the crook who is to be feared most, it is the honest man who doesn't know what he is doing.
William Wordsworth
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In modern business it is not the crook who is to be feared most, it is the honest man who doesn't know what he is doing.
William Wordsworth
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Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.
William Wordsworth
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Not without hope we suffer and we mourn.
William Wordsworth
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One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, Of moral evil and of good, Than all the sages can.
William Wordsworth
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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.
William Wordsworth
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Pictures deface walls more often than they decorate them.
William Wordsworth
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Rapine, avarice, expense, This is idolatry; and these we adore; Plain living and high thinking are no more.
William Wordsworth
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Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.
William Wordsworth
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The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.
William Wordsworth
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The best portion of a good man's life is his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love.
William Wordsworth
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That best portion of a man's life, his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love.
William Wordsworth
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The human mind is capable of excitement without the application of gross and violent stimulants; and he must have a very faint perception of its beauty and dignity who does not know this.
William Wordsworth
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The mind that is wise mourns less for what age takes away; than what it leaves behind.
William Wordsworth
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The ocean is a mighty harmonist.
William Wordsworth
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The world is too much with us; late and soon, getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours.
William Wordsworth
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To me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
William Wordsworth
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What is pride? A rocket that emulates the stars.
William Wordsworth
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When from our better selves we have too long been parted by the hurrying world, and droop. Sick of its business, of its pleasures tired, how gracious, how benign in solitude.
William Wordsworth
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Wisdom is oftentimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar.
William Wordsworth
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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.
William Wordsworth
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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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“The best portion of a good man's life is his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love”
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“Life is divided into three terms - that which was, which is, and which will be. Let us learn from the past to profit by the present, and from the present to live better in the future.”
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“Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility”
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“The silence that is in the starry sky,
The sleep that is among the lonely hills.”
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“Look for the stars, you'll say that there are none;
Look up a second time, and, one by one,
You mark them twinkling out with silvery light,
And wonder how they could elude the sight!”
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“My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky.”
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“Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.”
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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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“And, when the stream
Which overflowed the soul was passed away,
A consciousness remained that it had left,
Deposited upon the silent shore
Of memory, images and precious thoughts
That shall not die, and cannot be destroyed.”
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“Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.”
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“For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.”
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“Nature never did betray The heart that loved her”
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“In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts bring sad thoughts to the mind.”
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“Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity”
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“What we need is not the will to believe, but the wish to find out.”
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“Action is transitory a step, a blow, The motion of a muscle, this way or that 'Tis done, and in the after-vacancy We wonder at ourselves like men betrayed”
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“Her eyes as stars of twilight fair;
Like twilight's, too, her dusky hair. . . .”
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“[A] mind forever Voyaging through strange seas of Thought, alone.”
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“There is a comfort in the strength of love;
'T will make a thing endurable, which else
Would overset the brain, or break the heart. . . .”
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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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“Wisdom is oftentimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar.”
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“Golf is a day spent in a round of strenuous idleness.”
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“The dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink;/ I heard a voice; it said `Drink, pretty creature, drink!'”
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“Whether we be young or old,Our destiny, our being's heart and home,Is with infinitude, and only there;With hope it is, hope that can never die,Effort and expectation, and desire,And something evermore about to be.”
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“Neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us”
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“Thought and theory must precede all salutary action; yet action is nobler in itself than either thought or theory”
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“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.”
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“A man he seems of cheerful yesterdays And confident tomorrows”
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“Not in Utopia, -- subterranean fields, --
Or some secreted island, Heaven knows where!
But in the very world, which is the world
Of all of us, -- the place where in the end
We find our happiness, or not at all!”
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“What are fears but voices airy?
Whispering harm where harm is not.
And deluding the unwary
Till the fatal bolt is shot!”
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“. . . I would stand,
If the night blackened with a coming storm,
Beneath some rock, listening to notes that are
The ghostly language of the ancient earth,
Or make their dim abode in distant winds.
Thence did I drink the visionary power;
And deem not profitless those fleeting moods
Of shadowy exultation: not for this,
That they are kindred to our purer mind
And intellectual life; but that the soul,
Remembering how she felt, but what she felt
Remembering not, retains an obscure sense
Of possible sublimity. . . .”
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“When from our better selves we have too long been parted by the hurrying world, and droop. Sick of its business, of its pleasures tired, how gracious, how benign in solitude.”
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“What is pride? A rocket that emulates the stars”
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Wisdom and spirit of the Universe!
Thou soul is the eternity of thought!
That giv'st to forms and images a breath
And everlasting motion! Not in vain
By day or star-light thus from by first dawn
Of childhood didst thou intertwine for me
The 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 thus
The elements of feeling and of thought,
And sanctifying, by such discipline
Both pain and fear, until we recognize
A grandeur in the beatings of the heart. 
William Wordsworth
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She was a phantom of delight
When first she gleam'd upon my sight;
A lovely apparition, sent
To be a moment's ornament.
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That best portion of a good man's life,
His little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love.
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That best portion of a good man's life, His little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love.
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The best portion of a good man's life is his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love.
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What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be not forever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;
Grief not, rather find,
Strength in what remains behind,
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be,
In the soothing thoughts that spring
Out of Human suffering,
In the faith that looks through death
In years that bring philophic mind.
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The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
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But an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night, shall lead thee to thy grave.
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"The Child is father of the Man;
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety."
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"Imagination, which in truth
Is but another name for absolute power
And clearest insight, amplitude of mind,
And reason, in her most exalted mood."
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"The child is father of the man."
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"Instruct them how the mind of Man becomes
A thousand times more beautiful than the earth
On which he dwells,"
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"My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky:"
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"Nuns fret not at their convent's narrow room;"
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"Through love, through hope, and faith's transcendent dower,
We feel that we are greater than we know."
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"In truth the prison, unto which we doom
Ourselves, no prison is:"
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"Still glides the Stream, and shall for ever glide;
The Forms remains, the Function never dies;"
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"One of those heavenly days that cannot die;"
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"Will no one tell me what she sings?—
Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow
For old, unhappy, far-off things,
And battles long ago:"
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"Breathing with such suppression of the heart
As joy delights in; and, with wise restraint"
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"A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard
In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird,
Breaking the silence of the seas
Among the farthest Hebrides."
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"In that sweet mood when pleasure loves to pay
Tribute to ease; and, of its joy secure,
The heart luxuriates with indifferent things,
Wasting its kindliness on stocks and stones,
And on the vacant air."
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"The glory and the freshness of a dream."
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"The music in my heart I bore,
Long after it was heard no more."
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"Behold the Child among his new-born blisses,
A six years' Darling of a pigmy size!"
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"We murder to dissect."
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"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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"One impulse from a vernal wood
May teach you more of man,
Of moral evil and of good,
Than all the sages can."
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"Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own;"
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"No fountain from its rocky cave
E'er tripped with foot so free;
She seemed as happy as a wave
That dances on the sea."
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"Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;"
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"The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers."
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"Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie
Thy Soul's immensity;
Thou best Philosopher, who yet dost keep
Thy heritage, thou Eye among the blind,
That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep,
Haunted for ever by the eternal mind,—"
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"Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers."
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"The Rainbow comes and goes,
And lovely is the Rose,"
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"I'd rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn."
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"And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory do we come
From God, who is our home:
Heaven lies about us in our infancy!
Shades of the prison-house begin to close"
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"The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:"
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"The homely Nurse doth all she can
To make her Foster-child, her Inmate Man,
Forget the glories he hath known,
And that imperial palace whence he came."
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"Two voices are there; one is of the Sea,
One of the Mountains; each a mighty Voice:
In both from age to age Thou didst rejoice,
They were thy chosen Music, Liberty!"
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"To me alone there came a thought of grief;
A timely utterance gave that thought relief,
And I again am strong:"
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"Type of the wise, who soar, but never roam—
True to the kindred points of Heaven and Home!"
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"And fade into the light of common day."
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"But an old age serene and bright,
And lovely as a Lapland night,
Shall lead thee to thy grave."
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"Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might
Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height,
Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke
The years to bring the inevitable yoke,"
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"Come, blessed barrier between day and day,
Dear mother of fresh thoughts and joyous health!"
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"Whither is fled the visionary gleam?
Where is it now, the glory and the dream?"
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"Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring!"
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"O Cuckoo! shall I call thee Bird,
Or but a wandering Voice?"
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"O joy! that in our embers
Is something that doth live,"
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"And thou wert still a hope, a love;
Still longed for, never seen."
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"Hence in a season of calm weather
Though inland far we be,
Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea
Which brought us hither,"
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"Thou unassuming common-place
Of Nature, with that homely face."
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"The thought of our past years in me doth breed
Perpetual benediction: not indeed
For that which is most worthy to be blest—
Delight and liberty, the simple creed
Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest,
With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast:—"
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"Thou hast left behind
Powers that will work for thee; air, earth, and skies;
There's not a breathing of the common wind
That will forget thee; thou hast great allies;
Thy friends are exultations, agonies,
And love, and man's unconquerable mind."
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"some little plan or chart,
Some fragment from his dream of human life,
Shaped by himself with newly-learned art;"
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"She seemed a thing that could not feel
The touch of earthly years."
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"let the young Lambs bound
As to the tabor's sound!"
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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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"As if his whole vocation
Were endless imitation."
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"'But they are dead; those two are dead!
Their spirits are in heaven!'
'Twas throwing words away; for still
The little maid would have her will,
And said, 'Nay, we are seven!'"
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"The things which I have seen I now can see no more."
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"When men change swords for ledgers, and desert
The student's bower for gold, some fears unnamed
I had, my Country—am I to be blamed?"
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"Those shadowy recollections,
Which, be they what they may,
Are yet the fountain light of all our day,
Are yet a master light of all our seeing;"
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"Where lies the Land to which yon Ship must go?"
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"The innocent brightness of a new-born Day
Is lovely yet;
The Clouds that gather round the setting sun
Do take a sober colouring from an eye
That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality;"
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"The homely beauty of the good old cause
Is gone;"
