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We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls. —Anaïs Nin
O Rose, thou art sick. The invisible worm That flies in the night In the howling storm Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy, And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy. ---William Blake
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Everything possible to be believed is an image of truth. ---William Blake
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Ere we had reach'd the wish'd-for place, night fell: We were too late at least by one dark hour, ----William Wordsworth
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Love seeketh not itself to please, nor for itself hath any care, but for another gives its ease, and builds a Heaven in Hell's despair. ---William Blake
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He is by nature led To peace so perfect that the young behold With envy, what the old man hardly feels. ----William Wordsworth
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My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man; ---William Wordsworth
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He spake of love, such love as spirits feel In worlds whose course is equable and pure: No fears to beat away - no strife to heal, The past unsighed for, and the future sure. ---William Wordsworth
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