When two close kindred meet, What better than call a dance?
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSWhat can be explained is not poetry.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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If what I say resonates with you, it’s merely because we’re branches of the same tree.
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Hearts are not had as a gift, But hearts are earned.
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Think where man’s glory most begins and ends, and say my glory was I had such friends.
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In dreams begins responsibility.
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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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Ecstasy is from the contemplation of things vaster than the individual and imperfectly seen perhaps, by all those that still live.
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Mysticism has been in the past and probably ever will be one of the great powers of the world and it is bad scholarship to pretend the contrary.
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The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.
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And I will find some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings.
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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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The visible world is no longer a reality and the unseen world no longer a dream.
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And a softness came from the starlight and filled me full to the bone.
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Any fool can fight a winning battle, but it needs character to fight a losing one, and that should inspire us; which reminds me that I dreamed the other night that I was being hanged, but was the life and soul of the party.
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Love is created and preserved by intellectual analysis, for we love only that which is unique, and it belongs to contemplation, not to action, for we would not change that which we love.
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I 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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