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Not I, nor anyone else can travel that road for you.
You must travel it by yourself.
It is not far. It is within reach.
Perhaps you have been on it since you were born, and did not know.
Perhaps it is everywhere - on water and land.
----Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
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I heard the old, old, men say 'all that's beautiful drifts away, like the waters.
---William Butler Yeats
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All the wild-witches, those most notable ladies
For all their broom-sticks and their tears,
Their angry tears, are gone.
---William Butler Yeats
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I have spread my dreams under your feet.
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
---W.B. Yeats
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Ah, faerics, dancing under the moon,
A Druid land, a Druid tune!
While still I may, I write for you
The love I lived, the dream I knew.
---William Butler Yeats
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A man had given all other bliss,
And all his worldly worth for this
To waste his whole heart in one kiss
Upon her perfect lips.
----Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Ecstasy is from the contemplation of things vaster than the individual and imperfectly seen perhaps, by all those that still live.
---William Butler Yeats
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Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die.
-----Alfred Lord Tennyson
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How but in custom and in ceremony are innocence and beauty born?
---W. B. Yeats
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So I find every pleasant spot
In which we two were wont to meet,
The field, the chamber, and the street,
For all is dark where thou art not
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
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The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.
---W.B. Yeats
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There is sweet music here that softer falls
Than petals from blown roses on the grass,
Or night-dews on still waters between walls
Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass;
Music that gentlier on the spirit lies,
Than tir'd eyelids upon tir'd eyes;
Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies.
Here are cool mosses deep,
And thro' the moss the ivies creep,
And in the stream the long-leaved flowers weep,
And from the craggy ledge the poppy hangs in sleep.
Lord Alfred Tennyson
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Though much is taken, much abides; and though
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
----Alfred Lord Tennyson
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I follow up the quest despite of day and night and death and hell.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Knowledge is Life with wings.
---William Blake
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So now I have sworn to bury
All this dead body of hate
I feel so free and so clear
By the loss of that dead weight
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
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I hate journalists. There is nothing in them but tittering jeering emptiness.
They have all made what Dante calls the Great Refusal. The shallowest people on the ridge of the earth.
---William Butler Yeats
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if you don't concentrate on what you are doing then the thing that you are doing is not what you are thinking.
---Alfred Lord Tennyson
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I have felt a presence that disturbs me with the joy of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime of something far more deeply interfused, whose dwelling is the light of setting suns, and the round ocean, and the living air, and the blue sky, and in the mind of man...
---William Wordsworth
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A lonely impulse of delight
---W.B. Yeats
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I wish for you constantly for I want to talk about everybody and everything. I can't go up to a stranger & say 'your manners &looks have stirred me to this profound meditation'-
---W B Yeats
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Life is a long preparation for something that never happens.
---W.B. Yeats
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Why, what could she have done, being what she is? Was there another Troy for her to burn?
William Butler Yeats
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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;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon,
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers,
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not.—Great God! I'd rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
----William Wordsworth
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I will make rigid my roots and branches. It is not now my turn to burst into leaves and flowers.
---W.B. Yeats
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I went out to the hazelwood because a fire was in my head.
---William Butler Yeats
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life is first boredom, then fear.
whether or not we use it, it goes,
and leaves what something hidden from us chose,
and age, and then the only end of age.
---Philip Larkin
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Hearts with one purpose alone/Through summer and winter seem/Enchanted to a stone/To trouble the living stream.
---William Butler Yeats
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We had fed the heart on fantasies,
The heart's grown brutal from the fare,
More substance in our enmities
Than in our love
---W. B. Yeats
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Poetry is nobody’s business except the poet’s, and everybody else can fuck off.
----Philip Larkin
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We have fallen in the dreams the ever-living
Breathe on the tarnished mirror of the world,
And then smooth out with ivory hands and sigh.
---W.B. Yeats
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In dreams begin responsibilities.
----William Butler Yeats
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Is it not certain that the Creator yawns in earthquake and thunder and other popular displays, but toils in rounding the delicate spiral of a shell?
-Yeats, The Trembling of the Veil
William Butler Yeats
Truth I pursued,as Fancy sketch'd the way,
And wiser men than I went worse astray.
----Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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I will drink life to the lees.
---Alfred Tennyson
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Cuchulain stirred,
Stared on the horses of the sea, and heard
The cars of battle and his own name cried;
And fought with the invulnerable tide.
W.B. Yeats
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You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
----Maya Angelou
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Man can embody the truth but he cannot know it.
---WB Yeats
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Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers.
---Alfred Lord Tennyson
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I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
---WB Yeats
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I carry the Sun in a Golden Cup, the Moon in a Silver Bag.
---William Butler Yeats
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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
----by William Wordsworth
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Someday, somewhere - anywhere, unfailingly, you'll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life.
---Pablo Neruda
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This melancholy London — I sometimes imagine that the souls of the lost are compelled to walk through its streets perpetually.
---W.B. Yeats
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(I) only write it now because I have grown to believe that there is no dangerous idea, which does not become less dangerous when written out in sincere and careful English.("The Adoration of The Magi")
W.B. Yeats
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Death is the veil which those who live call life;
They sleep, and it is lifted.
----Percy Bysshe Shelley: Prometheus Unbound
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We only believe in those thoughts which have been conceived not in the brain but in the whole body.
Yeats William B.
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But I, being poor, have only my dreams. I lay them at your feet. Tread lightly, for you tread on my dreams.
---William Butler Yeats
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To err is human; to forgive, divine.
---- Alexander Pope
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A lie that is half-truth is the darkest of all lies.
----Alfred Tennyson
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How far away the stars seem, and how far
Is our first kiss, and ah, how old my heart!
---W.B. Yeats
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Once in a golden hour
I cast to earth a seed.
Up there came a flower,
The people said, a weed.
----Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Golden slumbers kiss your eyes,
Smiles awake you when you rise;
Sleep, pretty wantons, do not cry,
And I will sing a lullaby,
Rock them, rock them, lullaby …
Thomas Dekker
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Half the night I waste in sighs,
Half in dreams I sorrow after
The delight of early skies;
In a wakeful dose I sorrow
For the hand, the lips, the eyes,
For the meeting of the morrow,
The delight of happy laughter,
The delight of low replies.
---Alfred Tennyson
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O love, O fire! once he drew
With one long kiss my whole soul through
My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Thy friendship oft has made my heart to ache: do be my enemy for friendship's sake.
---William Blake
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So many worlds, so much to do, so little done, such things to be.
---Alfred, Lord Tennyson
The mind is its own place, and in itself
Can make a heav'n of hell, a hell of heav'n.
---John Milton
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I must lose myself in action, lest I wither in despair.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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The words 'far, far away' had always a strange charm.
---Alfred, Lord Tennyson
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The happiness of a man in this life does not consist in the absence but on the mastery of his passions.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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As it has been said:
Love and a cough
cannot be concealed.
Even a small cough.
Even a small love.
----Anne Sexton
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To feel the love of people whom we love is a fire that feeds our life.
----Pablo Neruda
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Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Alfred Tennyson
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To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
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Still round the corner there may wait
A new road or a secret gate
And though I oft have passed them by
A day will come at last when I
Shall take the hidden paths that run
West of the Moon, East of the Sun.
----J.R.R. Tolkien
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Be not inhospitable to strangers, lest they be angels in disguise.
---Yeats
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All the great masters have understood that there cannot be great art without the little limited life of the fable, which is always better the simpler it is, and the rich, far-wandering, many-imaged life of the half-seen world beyond it
---William Butler Yeats
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Arise you little glancing wings, and sing your infant joy!
Arise and drink your bliss, for every thing that lives is holy!
---William Blake
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The blessed spirits must be sought within the self which is common to all
---William Butler Yeats
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Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp,
Or what's a heaven for?
-----Robert Browning, Men and Women
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A perfect Woman; nobly plann'd, To warn, to comfort, and command; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With something of an angel light.
----William Wordsworth
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Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim gray sands with light,
Far off by furthest Rosses
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances,
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles
And is anxious in its sleep. . . .
---William Butler Yeats
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I cannot rest from travel: I will drink Life to the lees...........
Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho'
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
------Ulysses
By Alfred, Lord Tennyson
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I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.
---+William Yeats
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It is so many years before one can believe enough in what one feels even to know what the feeling is
---W.B. Yeats
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All changed, changed utterly:
A terrible beauty is born.
---William Butler Yeats
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