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![]() 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. |
![]() Like twilight's, too, her dusky hair. . . . |
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![]() A rainbow in the sky. |
![]() By myself a lonely pleasure, Sighed to think, I read a book Only read, perhaps, by me. |
![]() Had ripened into faith, and faith become A passionate intuition. |
![]() The flower of sweetest smell is shy and lowly. |
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![]() Breathless with adoration. |
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