And I will find some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSEverything that’s lovely is But a brief, dreamy kind of delight.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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The only business of the head in the world is to bow a ceaseless obeisance to the heart.
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The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.
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If suffering brings wisdom, I would wish to be less wise.
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I heard the old, old, men say ‘all that’s beautiful drifts away, like the waters.’
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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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What can be explained is not poetry.
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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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And pluck till time and times are done the silver apples of the moon the golden apples of the sun.
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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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Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.
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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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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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Every conquering temptation represents a new fund of moral energy. Every trial endured and weathered in the right spirit makes a soul nobler and stronger than it was before.
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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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Come Fairies, take me out of this dull world, for I would ride with you upon the wind and dance upon the mountains like a flame!
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