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.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSI 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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But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
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And pluck till time and times are done the silver apples of the moon the golden apples of the sun.
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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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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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We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.
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The Irishman sustains himself during brief periods of joy by the knowledge that tragedy is just around the corner.
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When two close kindred meet, What better than call a dance?
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Talent perceives differences; genius, unity.
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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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Where there is nothing, there is God.
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Happiness is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this thing nor that but simply growth, We are happy when we are growing.
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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 visible world is no longer a reality and the unseen world no longer a dream.
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only an aching heart Conceives a changeless work of art.
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Man is in love and loves what vanishes, What more is there to say?
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