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When two close kindred meet, What better than call a dance?

William Butler Yeats

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Only that which does not teach, which does not cry out, which does not condescend, which does not explain, is irresistible.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Cry Explanation Teaching
We are closed in, and the key is turned / On our uncertainty.
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Close Key Uncertain
People who lean on logic and philosophy and rational exposition end by starving the best part of the mind.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Best Logic Mindset People Philosophy Starve
Take, if you must, this little bag of dreams, Unloose the cord, and they will wrap you round.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Dreams Round Yourself
Choose your companions from the best; Who draws a bucket with the rest soon topples down the hill.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Company Friendship Rest Yourself
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.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Meaning Poetry Right Word
Sometimes my feet are tired and my hands are quiet, but there is no quiet in my heart.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Hands Heart Myself Quiet
From our birthday, until we die, Is but the winking of an eye.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Born Death Eyes Life Short Time Wink
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.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Emotion Enemy Greatness Ourselves Trouble
The visible world is no longer a reality and the unseen world no longer a dream.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Dreams Reality Visible World
The winds that awakened the stars Are blowing through my blood.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Alive Awake Blood Blow Myself Nature Space Stars Wind
And pluck till time and times are done the silver apples of the moon the golden apples of the sun.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Gold Silver Sun Time
God guard me from those thoughts men think In the mind alone.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Alone God Guard Mindset Myself Protection Thinking
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
We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Art Fight Ourselves Poet Poetry
Hearts are not had as a gift, But hearts are earned.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Gift Hard Work Heart Privilege

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