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Too long a sacrifice Can make a stone of the heart. Oh, when may it suffice?
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All changed, changed utterly: A terrible beauty is born.
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Now as to magic. It is surely absurd to hold me "weak" or otherwise because I choose to persist in a study which I decided deliberately four or five years ago to make, next to my poetry, the most important pursuit of my life...If I had not made magic my constant study I could not have written a single word of my Blake book [
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Why should not old men be mad? Some have known a likely lad That had a sound fly-fisher's wrist Turn to a drunken journalist; A girl that knew all Dante once Live to bear children to a dunce; A Helen of social welfare dream, Climb on a wagonette to scream. Some think it a matter of course that chance Should starve good men and bad advance, That if their neighbours figured plain, As though upon a lighted screen, No single story would they fi..
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In dreams begins responsibility.
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I think you can leave the arts, superior or inferior, to the conscience of mankind.
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Man can embody truth but he cannot know it.
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Words alone are certain good.
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Dream, dream, for this is also sooth.
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When I play on my fiddle in Dooney,Folk dance like a wave of the sea.
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Pardon, old fathers, if you still remainSomewhere in ear-shot for the story's end.
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I knew a phoenix in my youth, so let them have their day.
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7185f93
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They say such different things at school.
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Nothing that we love over-muchIs ponderable to our touch.
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All changed, changed utterly:A terrible beauty is born.
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Minute by minute they live: The stone's in the midst of all.
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Too long a sacrificeCan make a stone of the heart.
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William Butler Yeats |
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db206b3
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O when may it suffice?To murmur name upon name.
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10a4a59
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Does the imagination dwell the mostUpon a woman won or woman lost?
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8b34132
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Locke sank into a swoon;Out of his side.
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Whatever flames upon the nightMan's own resinous heart has fed.
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48df37b
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Seek out reality, leave things that seem.
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Their eyes mid many wrinkles, their eyes,Their ancient, glittering eyes, are gay.
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If soul may look and body touch,Which is the more blest?
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03e231b
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Like a long-legged fly upon the streamHis mind moves upon silence.
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Players and painted stage took all my love,And not those things that they were emblems of.
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Under bare Ben Bulben's headIn Drumcliff churchyard Yeats is laid.
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