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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
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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Thanks. These are all my favourite lines. I've studied all of them, taught some of them at some point.
If you're enjoying them too, my intention of curating them is fulfilled!
If you're enjoying them too, my intention of curating them is fulfilled!
TBH, As a poetry lover, I just wanted to revise my favourite poets and I'll end up creating a long thread which I'll just read whenever I wanna enjoy some finest of poetry.
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Before me floats an image, man or shade,
Shade more than man, more image than a shade;
For Hades' bobbin bound in mummy-cloth
May unwind the winding path;
A mouth that has no moisture and no breath
Breathless mouths may summon;
("Byzantium")
---W.B. Yeats
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Hearts are not to be had as a gift, hearts are to be earned.
---W.B. Yeats
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Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined. Lawless, winged, and unconfined, and breaks all chains from every mind.
---William Blake
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Joys impregnate. Sorrows bring forth.
---William Blake, Proverbs of Hell
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I told my love, I told my love,
I told her all my heart,
Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears.
Ah! she did depart!
----William Blake
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If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear to man as it is - infinite.
---William Blake
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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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Literature is always personal, always one man's vision of the world, one man's experience, and it can only be popular when men are ready to welcome the visions of others.
---W.B. Yeats
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The roaring of lions, the howling of wolves, the raging of the stormy sea, and the destructive sword, are portions of eternity, too great for the eye of man.
----William Blake
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Everything exists, everything is true and the earth is just a bit of dust beneath our feet.
---William Butler Yeats
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The imagination is not a state: it is the human existence itself.
---William Blake
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He who would do good to another must do it in Minute Particulars: General Good is the plea of the scoundrel, hypocrite & flatterer..
---William Blake
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When nations grow old the Arts grow cold
And commerce settles on every tree
---William Blake
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Make your own rules or be a slave to another man's.
----William Blake
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Energy is the only life and is from the Body and Reason is the bound or outward circumference of Energy.
---William Blake
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And in Life's noisiest hour,
There whispers still the ceaseless Love of Thee,
The heart's Self-solace and soliloquy.
----Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Complete Poems
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We become what we behold.
---William Blake
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I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe;
I told it not, my wrath did grow.
And I water'd it in fears,
Night & morning with my tears;
And I sunnéd it with smiles
And with soft deceitful wiles.
And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright;
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine,
And into my garden stole,
When the night had veil'd the pole:
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretch'd beneath the tree.
---William Blake
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A great mind must be androgynous.
---Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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For a multitude of causes, unknown to former times, are now acting with a combined force to blunt the discriminating powers of the mind, and unfitting it for all voluntary exertion to reduce it to a state of almost savage torpor... To this tendency of life and manners the literature and theatrical exhibitions of the country have conformed themselves.
----William Wordsworth
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Day after day, day after day,
We stuck, nor breath nor motion;
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.
----Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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The excellence of every art is its intensity.
---John Keats
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Pictures deface walls more often than they decorate them.
----William Wordsworth
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Party men always hate a slightly differing friend more than a downright enemy.
---Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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All is not lost, the unconquerable will, and study of revenge, immortal hate, and the courage never to submit or yield.
----John Milton, Paradise Lost
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Power, like a desolating pestilence,
Pollutes whate'er it touches.
----Percy Bysshe Shelley: Queen Mab
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Every reform, however necessary, will by weak minds be carried to an excess, that itself will need reforming.
---Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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From the body of one guilty deed a thousand ghostly fears and haunting thoughts proceed.
---William Wordsworth
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Farewell, farewell! but this I tell To thee, thou Wedding-Guest! He prayeth well, who loveth well Both man and bird and beast. He prayeth best, who loveth best All things both great and small; For the dear God who loveth us He made and loveth all.
---Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
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We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
-----T. S. Eliot, Four Quartets
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Which tells me, Youth's no longer here!
O Youth! for years so many and sweet,
'Tis known that Thou and I were one,
I'll think it but a fond conceit--
It cannot be that Thou art gone!
----Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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Give me the liberty to know, to utter, and to argue freely according to conscience, above all liberties.
----John Milton , Areopagitica
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Like cliffs which had been rent asunder; A dreary sea now flows between, But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.
---Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts.
----Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet
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What comes from the heart goes to the heart.
----samuel taylor coleridge
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'Tis pleasant, sure, to see one's name in print. A book's a book, although there's nothing in 't.
-----Lord Byron
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Experience informs us that the first defense of weak minds is to recriminate.
----Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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Yet he who reigns within himself, and rules
Passions, desires, and fears, is more a king.
-----John Milton, Paradise Regained
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“Is freedom anything else than the right to live as we wish? Nothing else."
---Epictetus
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Freely they stood who stood, and fell who fell.
----John Milton, Paradise Lost
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Men, I still think, ought to be weighed, not counted. Their worth ought to be the final estimate of their value.
----Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
----T.S. Eliot
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People of humor are always in some degree people of genius.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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Innocence, Once Lost, Can Never Be Regained. Darkness, Once Gazed Upon, Can Never Be Lost.
---John Milton
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Advice is like snow; the softer it falls, the longer it dwells upon, and the deeper it sinks into the mind.
-----Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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