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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| db206b3 | O when may it suffice?To murmur name upon name. | William Butler Yeats | ||
| 10a4a59 | Does the imagination dwell the mostUpon a woman won or woman lost? | William Butler Yeats | ||
| 8b34132 | Locke sank into a swoon;Out of his side. | William Butler Yeats | ||
| fab577f | Whatever flames upon the nightMan's own resinous heart has fed. | William Butler Yeats | ||
| 48df37b | Seek out reality, leave things that seem. | William Butler Yeats | ||
| 88645f1 | Their eyes mid many wrinkles, their eyes,Their ancient, glittering eyes, are gay. | William Butler Yeats | ||
| fd77af9 | If soul may look and body touch,Which is the more blest? | William Butler Yeats | ||
| 03e231b | Like a long-legged fly upon the streamHis mind moves upon silence. | William Butler Yeats | ||
| 48eace3 | Players and painted stage took all my love,And not those things that they were emblems of. | William Butler Yeats | ||
| 7a8ca4b | Under bare Ben Bulben's headIn Drumcliff churchyard Yeats is laid. | William Butler Yeats | ||
| 5c5a922 | Care in such sort that thou be sure of this:Care keep thee not from heaven and heavenly bliss. | William Byrd | ||
| 9a955ec | Confederates were terrified of what was happening to slavery. | William C. Davis (historian) | ||
| 3dbd547 | It's odd about war crimes. We seem to have tried people only if they've lost the war. | William Calley | ||
| c11eefc | In war, the dead people don't cry. The ones who are still alive do. | William Calley | ||
| 6c9d2d5 | Expect great things from God; attempt great things for God. | William Carey (missionary) | ||
| 5ab06a7 | There's a lot of bastards out there! | William Carlos Williams | ||
| b0c0bbc | So different, this manIn a field. | William Carlos Williams | ||
| b64d0ad | Who shall say I am not the happy genius of my household? | William Carlos Williams | ||
| 71f6fdd | The pure products of America go crazy -- | William Carlos Williams | ||
| 0fed094 | He's come out of the man | William Carlos Williams | ||
| 7183aba | Of asphodel, that greeny flower, | William Carlos Williams | ||
| f317c3d | Only give me time, | William Carlos Williams | ||
| 0dbd259 | Endless wealth, | William Carlos Williams | ||
| af6c2ed | The storm unfolds. | William Carlos Williams | ||
| 8fcd32d | When I speak | William Carlos Williams | ||
| fc5c968 | The storm bursts | William Carlos Williams | ||
| f268d16 | I come, my sweet, | William Carlos Williams | ||
| 8c01871 | nbsp; It is difficult | William Carlos Williams | ||
| a07c787 | He that wil wynne he muste laboure and aventure. | William Caxton | ||
| fc63aa9 | Ocean in view! O! the joy | William Clark (explorer) | ||
| 2f8ea1c | However roguish a man may be, he always loves to deal with an honest man. | William Cobbett | ||
| 6acdb79 | Men of integrity are generally pretty obstinate in adhering to an opinion once adopted. | William Cobbett | ||
| 342a8ac | Sit down to write what you have thought, and not to think what you shall write. | William Cobbett | ||
| 399970e | Perhaps there are none more lazy, or more truly ignorant, than your everlasting readers. | William Cobbett | ||
| c7be02a | Love of peace, and lonely musing,In hollow murmurs died away. | William Collins | ||
| 1bdabe9 | By fairy hands their knell is rung,By forms unseen their dirge is sung. | William Collins | ||
| 9191cd3 | Careless she is with artful care,Affecting to seem unaffected. | William Congreve | ||
| 7e7f00c | Invention flags, his brain goes muddy,And black despair succeeds brown study. | William Congreve | ||
| 5f511ad | Defer not till tomorrow to be wise,Tomorrow's sun to thee may never rise. | William Congreve | ||
| 5da2df5 | Hannibal was a very pretty fellow in those days. | William Congreve | ||
| f155f80 | I find we are growing serious, and then we are in great danger of being dull. | William Congreve | ||
| cb68770 | If this be not love, it is madness, and then it is pardonable. | William Congreve | ||
| 84e2a9f | Eternity was in that moment. | William Congreve | ||
| 0d93c78 | Men are apt to offend ('tis true) where they find most goodness to forgive. | William Congreve |