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The scenery is fine- but human nature is finer.
---John Keats
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches toward Bethlehem to be born?
----William Butler Yeats
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For Mercy has a human heart
Pity, a human face:
And Love, the human form divine,
And Peace, the human dress.
---William Blake
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I sat, a solitary man,
In a crowded London shop,
An open book and empty cup
On the marble table-top.
While on the shop and street I gazed
My body of a sudden blazed;
And twenty minutes more or less
It seemed, so great my happiness,
That I was blessed and could bless.
--W.B. Yeats
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could have laugh'd myself to scorn, to find In that decrepit Man so firm a mind.
---William Wordsworth
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God guard me from those thoughts men think
In the mind alone.
---William Butler Yeats
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It is a beauteous evening, calm and free,
The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration.
---William Wordsworth
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The mystical life is at the centre of all that I do and all that I think and all that I write.
--William Butler Yeats
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Only one ship is seeking us, a black-
Sailed unfamiliar, towing at her back
A huge and birdless silence.
In her wake
No waters breed or break.
---Philip Larkin
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An intellectual hatred is the worst.
---William Butler Yeats
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With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things.
---William Wordsworth
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I kiss you and kiss you, With arms around my own, Ah, how shall I miss you, When, dear, you have grown.
----William Butler Yeats
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Common sense in an uncommon degree is what the world calls wisdom.
---Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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Although I'm not a big fan of post colonial poets but Pablo is an exception.
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For the winds that awakened the stars are blowing through my blood.
---W.B. Yeats
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To generalize is to be an idiot.
---William Blake
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Where there is nothing, there is God.
---W.B. Yeats
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A fool sees not the same tree that a wise man sees.
----William Blake
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What do we know but that we face one another in this place?
----William Butler Yeats
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Sweet is the lore which nature brings;
Our meddling intellect
Misshapes the beauteous forms of things—
We murder to dissect.
----William Wordsworth, Lyrical Ballads
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When one gets quiet, then something wakes up inside one, something happy and quiet like the stars.
---William Butler Yeats
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Eternity is in love with the productions of time.
---William Blake
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The things a man has heard and seen are threads of life, and if he pull them carefully from the confused distaff of memory, any who will can weave them into whatever garments of belief please them best. I too have woven my garment like another, but I shall try to keep warm in it, and shall be well content if it do not unbecome me.
---William Butler Yeats
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He is full of purpose, but void of the quality of mind which accomplishes purpose.
---Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom.
----William Blake
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Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar:
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory do we come
---William Wordsworth
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Every Night and every Morn
Some to Misery are born.
Every Morn and every Night
Some are born to Sweet Delight,
Some are born to Endless Night.
---William Blake
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It will be worth it, if in the end I manage
To blank out whatever it is that is doing the damage.
Then there will be nothing I know.
My mind will fold into itself, like fields, like snow.
----Philip Larkin
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Deep thinking is attainable only by a man of deep feeling, and all truth is a species of revelation.
---Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know,
Are a substantial world, both pure and good:
Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood,
Our pastime and our happiness will grow.
----William Wordsworth
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Sex means nothing--just the moment of ecstasy, that flares and dies in minutes.
---Philip Larkin
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Deep thinking is attainable only by a man of deep feeling, and all truth is a species of revelation.
----Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
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.
---William Wordsworth, Ode: Intimations of Immortality
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You never know what is enough unless you know what is more than enough.
---William Blake
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