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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
I am but mad north-north-west. When the wind is southerly, I know a hawk from a handsaw.
---William Shakespeare, Illustrated
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Love all, trust a few,
Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemy
Rather in power than use; and keep thy friend
Under thy own life's key: be check'd for silence,
But never tax'd for speech.
William Shakespeare, All's Well That Ends Well
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Come what come may, time and the hour run through the roughest day.
---William Shakespeare, Macbeth
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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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Things without all remedy should be without regard: what's done is done.
William Shakespeare, Macbeth
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I can see he's not in your good books,' said the messenger.
'No, and if he were I would burn my library.
---William Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing
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love is blind
and lovers cannot see
the pretty follies
that themselves commit
William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice
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The breaking of so great a thing should make
A greater crack: the round world
Should have shook lions into civil streets,
And citizens to their dens.
---William Shakespeare, Antony and Cleopatra
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The robb'd that smiles, steals something from the thief; He robs himself that spends a bootless grief.
William Shakespeare, Othello
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Come, gentle night; come, loving, black-browed night;
Give me my Romeo; and, when I shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night...
---William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
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The quality of mercy is not strained.
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath. It is twice blessed:
It blesseth him that gives and him that takes.
'Tis mightiest in the mightiest. It becomes
The thronèd monarch better than his crown.
His scepter shows the force of temporal power,
The attribute to awe and majesty
Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings,
But mercy is above this sceptered sway.
It is enthronèd in the hearts of kings.
It is an attribute to God himself.
And earthly power doth then show likest God’s
When mercy seasons justice.
Therefore, Jew, Though justice be thy plea, consider this-
That in the course of justice none of us
Should see salvation. We do pray for mercy,
And that same prayer doth teach us all to render
The deeds of mercy. I have spoke thus much
To mitigate the justice of thy plea,
Which if thou follow, this strict court of Venice
Must needs give sentence 'gainst the merchant there.
William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice
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Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind. Nor hath love's mind of any judgment taste; Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste: And therefore is love said to be a child, Because in choice he is so oft beguil'd.
William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream
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They do not love that do not show their love.
William Shakespeare, The Two Gentlemen of Verona
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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 can see he's not in your good books,' said the messenger.
'No, and if he were I would burn my library.
----William Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing
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Be not afraid of greatness. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and others have greatness thrust upon them.
----William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night
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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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Presume not that I am the thing I was;
For God doth know, so shall the world perceive,
That I have turn'd away my former self;
So will I those that kept me company.
---William Shakespeare, Henry IV, Part Two
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Doubt thou the stars are fire;
Doubt that the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be a liar;
But never doubt I love.
---William Shakespeare, Hamlet
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Men at some time are masters of their fates. The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves, that we are underlings.
---William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar
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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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Let me be that I am and seek not to alter me.
--William Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing
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There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.
William Shakespear, Hamlet
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What's in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet.
---+William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
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In tombs of gold and lapis lazuli
Bodies of holy men and women exude
Miraculous oil, odour of violet.
But under heavy loads of trampled clay
Lie bodies of the vampires full of blood;
Their shrouds are bloody and their lips are wet
("Oil and Blood")
---W.B. Yeats
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If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever.
---Alfred Tennyson
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For he comes, the human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
From a world more full of weeping
than he can understand.
---W. B. YEATS
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I am a part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough
Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades
For ever and for ever when I move.
Alfred Tennyson
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Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.
---Alfred Lord Tennyson
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How can I, that girl standing there,
My attention fix
On Roman or on Russian
Or on Spanish politics?
Yet here's a travelled man that knows
What he talks about,
And there's a politician
That has read and thought,
And maybe what they say is true
Of war and war's alarms,
But O that I were young again
And held her in my arms!
---William Butler Yeats
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Hope
Smiles from the threshold of the year to come,
Whispering 'it will be happier'...
---Alfred Lord Tennyson
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In every cry of every man,
In every infant’s cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forged manacles I hear.
----William Blake, The Complete Poems
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The intellect of man is forced to choose
Perfection of the life, or of the work
And if it take the second must refuse
A heavenly mansion, raging in the dark.
----William Butler Yeats
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For he would be thinking of love
Till the stars had run away
And the shadows eaten the moon.
---W.B. Yeats
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That beautiful mild woman for whose sake
There's many a one shall find out all heartache
On finding that her voice is sweet and low
Replied, 'To be born a woman is to know-
Although they do not talk of it at school -
That we must labor to be beautiful.
----William Butler Yeats
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Death is no different whined at than withstood.
---Philip Larkin
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Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
---William Butler Yeats
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And we are put on earth a little space,
that we may learn to bear the beams of love;
And these black bodies and this sunburnt face
Is but a cloud, and like a shady grove.
----William Blake
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Faeries, come take me out of this dull world,
For I would ride with you upon the wind,
Run on the top of the dishevelled tide,
And dance upon the mountains like a flame.
---William Butler Yeats
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A simple child. That lightly draws its breath. And feels its life in every limb. What should it know of death?
---William Wordsworth
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The modest Rose puts forth a Thorn.
The humble Sheep a threat'ning Horn.
While the Lily white shall in love delight.
Nor a Thorn nor a threat stain her beauty bright.
---William Blake, Songs of Innocence and of Experience
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My dear, dear Friend; and in thy voice I catch
The language of my former heart, and read
My former pleasures in the shooting lights
Of thy wild eyes. Oh! yet a little while
May I behold in thee what I was once…
----William Wordsworth
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We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls.
—Anaïs Nin
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The true method of knowledge is experiment.
---William Blake
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O Rose, thou art sick.
The invisible worm
That flies in the night
In the howling storm
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy,
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
---William Blake
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Everything possible to be believed is an image of truth.
---William Blake
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Ere we had reach'd the wish'd-for place, night fell: We were too late at least by one dark hour,
----William Wordsworth
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Love seeketh not itself to please, nor for itself hath any care, but for another gives its ease, and builds a Heaven in Hell's despair.
---William Blake
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He is by nature led
To peace so perfect that the young behold
With envy, what the old man hardly feels.
----William Wordsworth
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My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
---William Wordsworth
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He spake of love, such love as spirits feel
In worlds whose course is equable and pure:
No fears to beat away - no strife to heal,
The past unsighed for, and the future sure.
---William Wordsworth
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