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The music in my heart I bore long after it was heard no more.
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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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The child is father of the man.
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Nature never did betray The heart that loved her.
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One impluse 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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The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion; the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, An appetite; a feeling and a love that had no need of a remoter charm by thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
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