“ 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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“ The little unremembered acts of kindness and love are the best parts of a person’s life. ”
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“ The little unremembered acts of kindness and love are the best parts of a person’s life. ”
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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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“ How many undervalue the power of simplicity! But it is the real key to the heart. ”
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“ Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher. ”
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“ Pleasure is spread through the earth in stray gifts to be claimed by whoever shall find. ”
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“ Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher. ”
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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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“ The best portion of a good man’s life: His little, nameless unremembered acts of kindness and love. ”
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“ Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher. ”
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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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“ Books! tis a dull and endless strife: Come, hear the woodland linnet, How sweet his music! on my life, There's more of wisdom in it. ”
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“ Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be... ”
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“ I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud 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; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in neverending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but they Outdid the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazedand gazedbut little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: 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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“ What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, 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; 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 the philosophic mind. ”
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“ She Was A Phantom of Delight She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleam'd upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament: Her eyes as stars of twilight fair; Like twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From Maytime and the cheerful dawn; A dancing shape, an image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay. I saw her upon nearer view, A Spirit, yet a Woman too! Her household motions light and free, And steps of virgin liberty; A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food, For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles. And now I see with eye serene The very pulse of the machine; A being breathing thoughtful breath, A traveller between life and death: The reason firm, the temperate will, Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill; A perfect Woman, nobly plann'd To warn, to comfort, and command; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With something of an angel light. ”
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“ What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind. ”
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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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