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"* The Daffodils by Williams Wordsworth *"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 never - ending 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 Out - did the sparkling waves in glee. A poet could not be but gay. In such a jocund company; I gazed - and gazed - but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought;For often 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.
How doth the little crocodile Improve his shining tail, And pour the waters of the Nile On every golden scale!`How cheerfully he seems to grin, How neatly spread his claws, And welcome little fishes in With gently smiling jaws!'
Alice: How do you know I'm mad? The Cat: You must be. Or you wouldn't have come here. Alice: And how do you know that you're mad? The Cat: To begin with, a dog's not mad. You grant that? Alice: I suppose so, The Cat: Well, then, you see, a dog growls when it's angry, and wags its tail when it's pleased. Now I growl when I'm pleased, and wag my tail when I'm angry. Therefore I'm mad.
Comic vision often leads to serious solutions.The best way to make your dreams come true is to wake up.Myth is the public dream, and dream is the private myth.Remember, today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday The afternoon knows what the morning never suspected.Vision is the art of seeing things invisible.
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