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A thing of beauty is a joy forever; its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness.
--- John Keats
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.
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In sleep I heard the northern gleams;
The stars they were among my dreams;
In sleep did I behold the skies
---William Wordsworth
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
----Wordsworth
Faith is a passionate intuition.
---William Wordsworth