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I believe that our memories are part of one great memory, the memory of Nature herself.

William Butler Yeats

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Life is a long preparation for something that never happens.
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Death Life Preparation Spiritual
The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.
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Best Intense Passionate Worst
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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Heart Rose Time
By logic and reason we die hourly; by imagination we live.
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Death Imagination Live Logic Reason
Hammer your thoughts into unity.
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Build Inspirational Reality Unity Yourself
And pluck till time and times are done the silver apples of the moon the golden apples of the sun.
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Gold Silver Sun Time
In dreams begin responsibilitiy.
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Beginning Dreams Responsibility
Hearts are not had as a gift, But hearts are earned.
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Gift Hard Work Heart Privilege
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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Eyes Love Myself Romance See Wine Yourself
All dreams of the soul End in a beautiful man’s or woman’s body.
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Beautiful Body Dreams End Man Soul Woman
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
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Appearance Beautiful Day Glow Season Wings
only an aching heart Conceives a changeless work of art.
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Art Change Heart Work
And a softness came from the starlight and filled me full to the bone.
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Bone Myself Nature Soft Space Stars
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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Ecstasy Happiness Imperfection Live
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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Nature Rose Sweet Time World Yourself
I’m looking for the face I had, before the world was made.
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Face Myself Search World

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