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Death is the veil which those who live call life;
They sleep, and it is lifted.
----Percy Bysshe Shelley: Prometheus Unbound
But I, being poor, have only my dreams. I lay them at your feet. Tread lightly, for you tread on my dreams.
---William Butler Yeats
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Hearts are not had as a gift but hearts are earned
By those who are not entirely beautiful.
---William Butler Yeats
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Pity would be no more,
If we did not make somebody poor.
Mercy no more could be,
If all were happy as we.
---William Blake
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The Irishman sustains himself during brief periods of joy by the knowledge that tragedy is just around the corner.
----W.B. Yeats
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Too many things are occurring for even a big heart to hold.
---W.B. Yeats, Dyland Thomas T.S. Eliot
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He whose face gives no light, shall never become a star.
---William Blake
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When you are old and grey and full of sleep
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep
---W.B. Yeats
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