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The river glideth at his own sweet will; Dear God! the very houses seem asleep; And all that mighty heart is lying still!
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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.
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Golf is a day spent in a round of strenuous idleness.
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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.
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Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.
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Not without hope we suffer and we mourn.
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A lake carries you into recesses of feeling otherwise impenetrable.
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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.
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Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.
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A mind forever voyaging through strange seas of thought, alone.
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