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I have felt a presence that disturbs me with the joy of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime of something far more deeply interfused, whose dwelling is the light of setting suns, and the round ocean, and the living air, and the blue sky, and in the mind of man...
---William Wordsworth
Virtue - to be good and just -
Every heart, when sifted well,
Is a clot of warmer dust,
Mix'd with cunning sparks of hell.
- The Vision of Sin Alfred Tennyson
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My strength is as the strength of ten,
Because my heart is pure.
--Tennyson.
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A lonely impulse of delight
---W.B. Yeats
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I falter where I firmly trod,
And falling with my weight of cares
Upon the great world's altar-stairs
That slope thro' darkness up to God,
I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope,
And gather dust and chaff, and call
To what I feel is Lord of all,
And faintly trust the larger hope.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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I wish for you constantly for I want to talk about everybody and everything. I can't go up to a stranger & say 'your manners &looks have stirred me to this profound meditation'-
---W B Yeats
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Life is a long preparation for something that never happens.
---W.B. Yeats
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Why, what could she have done, being what she is? Was there another Troy for her to burn?
William Butler Yeats
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I am still of [the] opinion that only two topics can be of the least interest to a serious and studious mood--sex and the dead.
---William Butler Yeats
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You cannot have Liberty in this world without what you call Moral Virtue, and you cannot have Moral Virtue without the slavery of that half of the human race who hate what you call Moral Virtue.
--William Blake
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The creations of a great writer are little more than the moods and passions of his own heart, given surnames and Christian names, and sent to walk the earth.
---William Butler Yeats
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What can be explained is not poetry.
---W.B. Yeats
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There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.
---W.B. Yeats
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The most sublime act is to set another before you.
---William Blake
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Being Irish, he had an abiding sense of tragedy, which sustained him through temporary periods of joy.
---William Butler Yeats
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What is the price of Experience? Do men buy it for a song?
Or wisdom for a dance in the street? No, it is bought with the price
Of all that a man hath, his house, his wife, his children
Wisdom is sold in the desolate market where none come to buy
And in the wither'd field where the farmer ploughs for bread in vain
It is an easy thing to triumph in the summer's sun
And in the vintage and to sing on the waggon loaded with corn
It is an easy thing to talk of patience to the afflicted
To speak the laws of prudence to the homeless wanderer
To listen to the hungry raven's cry in wintry season
When the red blood is fill'd with wine and with the marrow of lambs.
----William Blake
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Everything that lives, lives not alone, nor for itself.
--William Blake
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My mother groaned, my father wept,
into the dangerous world I leapt.
----William Blake
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