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.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSCome 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!
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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One should say before sleeping: I have lived many lives. I have been a slave and a prince. Many a beloved has sat upon my knee and I have sat upon the knees of many a beloved. Everything that has been shall be again.
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The tragedy of sexual intercourse is the perpetual virginity of the soul.
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Joy is of the will which labours, which overcomes obstacles, which knows triumph.
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Man is in love and loves what vanishes, What more is there to say?
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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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Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.
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By logic and reason we die hourly; by imagination we live.
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The winds that awakened the stars Are blowing through my blood.
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It seems to me that true love is a discipline.
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There is another world, but it is in this one.
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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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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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The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.
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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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In dreams begins responsibility.
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