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Golden slumbers kiss your eyes,
Smiles awake you when you rise;
Sleep, pretty wantons, do not cry,
And I will sing a lullaby,
Rock them, rock them, lullaby …
Thomas Dekker
Half the night I waste in sighs,
Half in dreams I sorrow after
The delight of early skies;
In a wakeful dose I sorrow
For the hand, the lips, the eyes,
For the meeting of the morrow,
The delight of happy laughter,
The delight of low replies.
---Alfred Tennyson
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O love, O fire! once he drew
With one long kiss my whole soul through
My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Thy friendship oft has made my heart to ache: do be my enemy for friendship's sake.
---William Blake
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So many worlds, so much to do, so little done, such things to be.
---Alfred, Lord Tennyson
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Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?
---Lord Alfred Tennyson
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My purpose holds to sail beyond the sunset and the baths of all the Western stars until I die.
---Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Stranger! henceforth be warned; and know that pride,
Howe'er disguised in its own majesty,
Is littleness; that he, who feels contempt
For any living thing, hath faculties
Which he has never used; that thought with him
Is in its infancy...
----William Wordsworth, Lyrical Ballads
Wisdom is oft-times nearer when we stoop
Than when we soar.
---William Wordsworth
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Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know,
Are a substantial world, both pure and good.
----William Wordsworth
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And Priests in black gowns, were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars, my joys & desires.
---William Blake
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Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark,
And has the nature of infinity.
---William Wordsworth
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The mind of man is a thousand times more beautiful than the earth on which he dwells.
----William Wordsworth
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A thing of beauty is a joy forever; its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness.
--- John Keats
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You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep Spring from coming.
----Pablo Neruda
Energy is eternal delight.
---William Blake
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The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see nature all ridicule and deformity... and some scarce see nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself.
----William Blake
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A cheerful life is what the Muses love, A soaring spirit is their prime delight.
-----William Wordsworth
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Wild is the music
of autumnal winds
Amongst the faded woods.
----William Wordsworth
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Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility.
----William Wordsworth, Lyrical Ballads
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Time has transfigured them into
Untruth. The stone fidelity
They hardly meant has come to be
Their final blazon, and to prove
Our almost-instinct almost true:
What will survive of us is love.
---Philip Larkin
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I have felt a presence that disturbs me with the joy of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime of something far more deeply interfused, whose dwelling is the light of setting suns, and the round ocean, and the living air, and the blue sky, and in the mind of man...
----William Wordsworth
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The music in my heart I bore
Long after it was heard no more.
---William Wordsworth
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But pleasures are like poppies spread,
You seize the flower, it's bloom is shed;
Or, like the snow-fall in the river,
A moment white, then melts forever.
----Robert Burns, Tam o' Shanter
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... and we shall find
A pleasure in the dimness of the stars.
----William Wordsworth
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Come forth into the light of things, Let Nature be your teacher.
---William Wordsworth
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Sexual intercourse began in nineteen sixty-three (Which was rather late for me) between the end of the Chatterley ban and the Beatles' first LP.
----Philip Larkin
The ice was here, the ice was there,
The ice was all around: 60
It cracked and growled, and roared and howled,
Like noises in a swound!
----Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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Thanks to the human heart by which we live,
Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and its fears,
To me the meanest flower that blows can give
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
----William Wordsworth
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Have I been wrong, to think the breath
That sharpens life is life itself, not death?
---Philip Larkin
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My belly button's caving in, My back is wrenched, my ankle's sprained, My 'pendix pains each time it rains. My nose is cold, my toes are numb.