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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.

William Butler Yeats

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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Meaning Poetry Right Word
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
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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Battle Courage Darkness Fight Society Soldier Soul
In dreams begin responsibilitiy.
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Beginning Dreams Responsibility
There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven’t yet met.
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Friendship Perspective Stranger 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
Take, if you must, this little bag of dreams, Unloose the cord, and they will wrap you round.
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Dreams Round Yourself
Myself I must remake.
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Build Improvement Myself Transformation
The Irishman sustains himself during brief periods of joy by the knowledge that tragedy is just around the corner.
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Brief Joy Knowledge Time Tragedy
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
Though leaves are many, the root is one; Through all the lying days of my youth I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun Now I may wither into the truth.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Day Leaves Lying Myself Root Truth Youth
We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Art Fight Ourselves Poet Poetry
Ecstasy is from the contemplation of things vaster than the individual and imperfectly seen perhaps, by all those that still live.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Ecstasy Happiness Imperfection Live
A statesman is an easy man, he tells his lies by rote. A journalist invents his lies, and rams them down your throat. So stay at home and drink your beer and let the neighbors vote.
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Easy Home Invention Journalist Lying Man Stay Vote
I have observed dreams and visions very carefully, and am now certain that the imagination has some way of lighting on the truth that the reason has not, and that its commandments, delivered when the body is still and the reason silent, are the most binding we can ever know.
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Body Care Dreams Imagination Light Myself Observation Reason Silence Truth Vision
But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Dreams Feet Myself Poor

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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