Take, if you must, this little bag of dreams, Unloose the cord, and they will wrap you round.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSRose 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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One man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
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Though leaves are many, the root is one.
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I broke my heart in two So hard I struck. What matter? for I know That out of rock, Out of a desolate source, Love leaps upon its course.
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Everything that’s lovely is But a brief, dreamy kind of delight.
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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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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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Joy is of the will which labours, which overcomes obstacles, which knows triumph.
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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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Myself I must remake.
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We taste and feel and see the truth. We do not reason ourselves into it.
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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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God guard me from those thoughts men think In the mind alone.
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All dreams of the soul End in a beautiful man’s or woman’s body.
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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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There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
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