Joy is of the will which labours, which overcomes obstacles, which knows triumph.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSRose 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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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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Everything exists, everything is true and the earth is just a bit of dust beneath our feet.
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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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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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When two close kindred meet, What better than call a dance?
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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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From our birthday, until we die, Is but the winking of an eye.
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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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It takes more courage to dig deep in the dark corners of your own soul and the back alleys of your society than it does for a soldier to fight on the battlefield.
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Teaching is not filling up a pail, it is lighting a fire.
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What man does not understand, he fears; and what he fears, he tends to destroy.
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Mysticism has been in the past and probably ever will be one of the great powers of the world and it is bad scholarship to pretend the contrary.
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All dreams of the soul End in a beautiful man’s or woman’s body.
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We are closed in, and the key is turned / On our uncertainty.
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