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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
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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There was a star danced, and under that was I born.
William Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing
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What is it all but a trouble of ants in the gleam of a million million of suns?
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.
William Shakespeare, Hamlet
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Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer
Than this world dreams of: Wherefore, let thy voice,
Rise like a fountain for me night and day.
---Alfred 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 "In Memoriam A.H.H."
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Our echoes roll from soul to soul,
And grow forever and for ever.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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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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Let knowledge grow from more to more, But more of reverence in us dwell; That mind and soul, according well, May make one music as before,
But vaster.
---Alfred Tennyson
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Cast a cold eye
on life, on death
Horseman pass by
---W.E. Yeats
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Who can distinguish darkness from the soul?
---William Butler Yeats
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Any fool can fight a winning battle, but it needs character to fight a losing one, and that should inspire us; which reminds me that I dreamed the other night that I was being hanged, but was the life and soul of the party.
----William Butler Yeats
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Pluck thou my flower, Oothoon the mild; Another flower shall spring, because the soul of sweet delight Can never pass away.
----William Blake, The Book of Thel
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To long a sacrifice can make a stone of a heart
---William Butler Yeats
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One of the quainter quirks of life is that we shall never know who dies on the same day as we do ourselves.
----Philip Larkin
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All things that love the sun are out of doors;
The sky rejoices in the morning's birth;
The grass is bright with rain-drops;—on the moors
The hare is running races in her mirth;
And with her feet she from the plashy earth
Raises a mist, that, glittering in the sun,
Runs with her all the way, wherever she doth run.
----William Wordsworth
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If I were to kiss you then go to hell, I would. So then I can brag with the devils I saw heaven without ever entering it.
William Shakespeare
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A beam in darkness: let it grow.
Alfred Tennyson, In Memoriam
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I pray you, do not fall in love with me, for I am falser than vows made in wine.
William Shakespeare, As You Like It
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Do not swear by the moon, for she changes constantly. then your love would also change.
---William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
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Fair is foul, and foul is fair, hover through fog and filthy air.
Willam Shakesphere, Macbeth
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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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Words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Does the imagination dwell the most
Upon a woman won or a woman lost?
---William Butler Yeats
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Though leaves are many, the root is one;
Through all the lying days of my youth
I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun;
Now I may wither into the truth.
W.B. Yeats
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I know that I shall meet my fate somewhere among the clouds above; those that I fight I do not hate, those that I guard I do not love.
---W.B. Yeats
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The stars are threshed, and the souls are threshed from their husks.
---William Blake
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Wine enters through the mouth,
Love, the eyes.
I raise the glass to my mouth,
I look at you,
I sigh.
William Butler Yeats
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Time is the mercy of Eternity; without Time's swiftness/ Which is the swiftest of all things: all were eternal torment.
---William Blake
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Those who restrain desire do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained.
---William Blake
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But to go to school in a summer morn,
O! It drives all joy away;
Under a cruel eye outworn,
The little ones spend the day
In sighing and dismay.
----William Blake
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The naked woman’s body is a portion of eternity too great for the eye of man.
---William Blake
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To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour.
----William Blake
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What is now proved was once only imagined.
---William Blake
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What though the radiance that was once so bright, be now forever 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
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