And pluck till time and times are done the silver apples of the moon the golden apples of the sun.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSIt seems to me that true love is a discipline.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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I believe that our memories are part of one great memory, the memory of Nature herself.
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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.
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Beloved, let your eyes half close, and your heart beat Over my heart, and your hair fall over my breast, Drowning love’s lonely hour in deep twilight of rest.
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Take, if you must, this little bag of dreams, Unloose the cord, and they will wrap you round.
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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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I heard the old, old, men say ‘all that’s beautiful drifts away, like the waters.’
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Ecstasy is from the contemplation of things vaster than the individual and imperfectly seen perhaps, by all those that still live.
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Literature is always personal, always one man’s vision of the world, one man’s experience, and it can only be popular when men are ready to welcome the visions of others.
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God guard me from those thoughts men think In the mind alone.
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One should say before sleeping: I have lived many lives. I have been a slave and a prince. Many a beloved has sat upon my knee and I have sat upon the knees of many a beloved. Everything that has been shall be again.
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People who lean on logic and philosophy and rational exposition end by starving the best part of the mind.
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It is love that I am seeking for, But of a beautiful, unheard-of kind That is not in the world.
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The mystical life is the centre of all that I do and all that I think and all that I write. I have always considered myself a voice of what I believe to be a greater renaissance – the revolt of the soul against the intellect.
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And I will find some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings.
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Hammer your thoughts into unity.
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