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 YEATSThink where man’s glory most begins and ends, and say my glory was I had such friends.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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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.
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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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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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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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Myself I must remake.
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only an aching heart Conceives a changeless work of art.
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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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And a softness came from the starlight and filled me full to the bone.
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Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.
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Teaching is not filling up a pail, it is lighting a fire.
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Sometimes my feet are tired and my hands are quiet, but there is no quiet in my heart.
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Talent perceives differences; genius, unity.
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All dreams of the soul End in a beautiful man’s or woman’s body.
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What can be explained is not poetry.
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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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