The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSEverything exists, everything is true and the earth is just a bit of dust beneath our feet.
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There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
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And a softness came from the starlight and filled me full to the bone.
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Words are always getting conventionalized to some secondary meaning. It is one of the works of poetry to take the truants in custody and bring them back to their right senses.
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There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven’t yet met.
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Sometimes my feet are tired and my hands are quiet, but there is no quiet in my heart.
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Everything that’s lovely is But a brief, dreamy kind of delight.
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What can be explained is not poetry.
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The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.
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Every conquering temptation represents a new fund of moral energy. Every trial endured and weathered in the right spirit makes a soul nobler and stronger than it was before.
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All that I have said and done, Now that I am old and ill, Turns into a question till I lie awake night after night And never get the answers right.
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I cast my heart into my rhymes, That you, in the dim coming times, May know how my heart went with them After the red-rose-bordered hem.
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Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World! You, too, have come where the dim tides are hurled. Upon the wharves of sorrow, and heard ring The bell that calls us on; the sweet far thing.
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Yet they that know all things but know That all this life can give us is, A child’s laughter, a woman’s kiss.
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It is one of the great troubles of life that we cannot have any unmixed emotions. There is always something in our enemy that we like, and something in our sweetheart that we dislike.
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Hearts are not had as a gift, But hearts are earned.
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