Ecstasy is from the contemplation of things vaster than the individual and imperfectly seen perhaps, by all those that still live.
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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When two close kindred meet, What better than call a dance?
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In dreams begins responsibility.
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All empty souls tend toward extreme opinions.
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It is so many years before one can believe enough in what one feels even to know what the feeling is.
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From our birthday, until we die, Is but the winking of an eye.
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Yet they that know all things but know That all this life can give us is, A child’s laughter, a woman’s kiss.
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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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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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only an aching heart Conceives a changeless work of art.
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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.
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The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.
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Take, if you must, this little bag of dreams, Unloose the cord, and they will wrap you round.
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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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What man does not understand, he fears; and what he fears, he tends to destroy.
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