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To err is human; to forgive, divine.
---- Alexander Pope
As flies to wanton boys are we to the gods.
They kill us for their sport.
William Shakespeare, King Lear
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Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.
---William Shakespeare, Macbeth
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Love comforeth like sunshine after rain,
But Lust's effect is tempest after sun.
Love's gentle spring doth always fresh remain;
Lust's winter comes ere summer half be done.
Love surfeits not, Lust like a glutton dies;
Love is all truth, Lust full of forged lies.
William Shakespeare, The Complete Sonnets and Poems
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Dear as remembered kisses after death,
And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd
On lips that are for others; deep as love,
Deep as first love, and wild with all regret;
O Death in Life, the days that are no more!
---Alfred Lord Tennyson
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He that is thy friend indeed,
He will help thee in thy need:
If thou sorrow, he will weep;
If thou wake, he cannot sleep:
Thus of every grief in heart
He with thee doth bear a part.
These are certain signs to know
Faithful friend from flattering foe.
William Shakespeare, The Passionate Pilgrim
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For men may come and men may go, but I go on forever...
---Alfred Lord Tennyson
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I hold it truth, with him who sings
To one clear harp in divers tones,
That men may rise on stepping-stones
Of their dead selves to higher things.
---Alfred Lord Tennyson
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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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For this alone on Death I wreak
The wrath that garners in my heart:
He put our lives so far apart
We cannot hear each other speak.
----Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Never shall a young man,
Thrown into despair
By those great honey-coloured
Ramparts at your ear,
Love you for yourself alone
And not your yellow hair.
---W.B. Yeats
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Sweet is true love that is given in vain, and sweet is death that takes away pain.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Hope and Memory have one daughter and her name is Art, and she has built her dwelling far from the desperate field where men hang out their garments upon forked boughs to be banners of battle. O beloved daughter of Hope and Memory, be with me for a while.
---William Butler Yeats
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Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into the artifice of eternity.
W.B. Yeats
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So runs my dream, but what am I?
An infant crying in the night
An infant crying for the light
And with no language but a cry.
Lord Alfred Tennyson
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Sometimes the heart sees what's invisible to the eye.
---Tennyson
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The red rose cries, "She is near, she is near;"
And the white rose weeps, "She is late;"
The larkspur listens, "I hear, I hear;"
And the lily whispers, "I wait.
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I have no name
I am but two days old.-
What shall I call thee?
I happy am
Joy is my name,-
Sweet joy befell thee!
Pretty joy!
Sweet joy but two days old.
Sweet joy I call thee:
Thou dost smile.
I sing the while
Sweet joy befell thee.
- "Infant Joy ---William Blake
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I spit into the face of Time
That has transfigured me.
---Yeats. W. B. (William Butler)
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We can make our minds so like still water that beings gather about us that they may see, it may be, their own images, and so live for a moment with a clearer, perhaps even with a fiercer life because of our quiet.
----William Butler Yeats
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Cruelty has a human heart,
And Jealousy a human face;
Terror the human form divine,
And Secresy the human dress.
----William Blake
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Think where man's glory most begins and ends
And say my glory was I had such friends.
---William Butler Yeats
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But when he has done this, let him not say that he knows better than his master, for he only holds a candle in sunshine.
---William Blake
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We can only begin to live when we conceive life as
Tragedy.
---William Butler Yeats
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Without Contraries is no Progression.
---William Blake
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A truth that's told with bad intent
Beats all the lies you can invent.
---William Blake
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Success consists of getting up just one more time than you fall.
----William Wordsworth
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The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
----From I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou
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A cheerful life is what the Muses love, A soaring spirit is their prime delight.
---William Wordsworth
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Exuberance is beauty.
----William Blake
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I was walking among the fires of Hell, delighted with the enjoyments of Genius; which to Angels look like torment and insanity.
---William Blake
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The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction: not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest— Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast.
----William Wordsworth
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Society has parted man from man, neglectful of the universal heart.
-----William Wordsworth
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For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes the still, sad music of humanity.
---William Wordsworth
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The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.
----Lord Byron
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I think that at the bottom of all art lies the impulse to preserve.
---Philip Larkin
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Familiar acts are beautiful through love.
---Percy Bysshe Shelley: Prometheus Unbound
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Love! Love until the night collapses!
----Pablo Neruda, Machu Picchu
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For I dance
And drink and sing,
Till some blind hand Shall brush my wing.
If thought is life
And strength and breath
And the want
Of thought is death
Then am I
A happy fly
If I live
Or if I die
---William Blake
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Then my heart with pleasure fills
And dances with the daffodils.
---William Wordsworth
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When i tell the truth, it is not for the sake of convincing those who do not know it, but for the sake of defending those that do.
---William Blake
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The best portion of a good man's life: his little, nameless unremembered acts of kindness and love.
---William Wordsworth
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I seem to walk on a transparent surface and see beneath me all the bones and wrecks and tentacles that will eventually claim me: in other words, old age, incapacity, loneliness, death of others & myself...
----Philip Larkin
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Expect poison from the standing water.
---William Blake
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Be mild, and cleave to gentle things,
thy glory and thy happiness be there.
----William Wordsworth
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Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be...
----William Wordsworth
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Can I see anothers woe,
And not be in sorrow too.
Can I see anothers grief,
And not seek for kind relief.
---William Blake
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Both read the Bible day and night,
But thou read'st black where I read white.
---William Blake
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Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day.
– Dylan Thomas
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It becomes still more difficult to find
Words at once true and kind,
Or not untrue and not unkind.
----Philip Larkin
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How little our careers express what lies in us, and yet how much time they take up. It's sad, really.
----Philip Larkin
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