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Not I, nor anyone else can travel that road for you.
You must travel it by yourself.
It is not far. It is within reach.
Perhaps you have been on it since you were born, and did not know.
Perhaps it is everywhere - on water and land.
----Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
I heard the old, old, men say 'all that's beautiful drifts away, like the waters.
---William Butler Yeats
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I have spread my dreams under your feet.
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
---W.B. Yeats
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For he comes, the human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
From a world more full of weeping
than he can understand.
---W. B. YEATS
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In every cry of every man,
In every infant’s cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forged manacles I hear.
----William Blake, The Complete Poems
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The intellect of man is forced to choose
Perfection of the life, or of the work
And if it take the second must refuse
A heavenly mansion, raging in the dark.
----William Butler Yeats
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For he would be thinking of love
Till the stars had run away
And the shadows eaten the moon.
---W.B. Yeats
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That beautiful mild woman for whose sake
There's many a one shall find out all heartache
On finding that her voice is sweet and low
Replied, 'To be born a woman is to know-
Although they do not talk of it at school -
That we must labor to be beautiful.
----William Butler Yeats
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Death is no different whined at than withstood.
---Philip Larkin
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Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
---William Butler Yeats
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And we are put on earth a little space,
that we may learn to bear the beams of love;
And these black bodies and this sunburnt face
Is but a cloud, and like a shady grove.
----William Blake
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Faeries, come take me out of this dull world,
For I would ride with you upon the wind,
Run on the top of the dishevelled tide,
And dance upon the mountains like a flame.
---William Butler Yeats
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A simple child. That lightly draws its breath. And feels its life in every limb. What should it know of death?
---William Wordsworth
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The modest Rose puts forth a Thorn.
The humble Sheep a threat'ning Horn.
While the Lily white shall in love delight.
Nor a Thorn nor a threat stain her beauty bright.
---William Blake, Songs of Innocence and of Experience
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My dear, dear Friend; and in thy voice I catch
The language of my former heart, and read
My former pleasures in the shooting lights
Of thy wild eyes. Oh! yet a little while
May I behold in thee what I was once…
----William Wordsworth
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We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls.
—Anaïs Nin
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The true method of knowledge is experiment.
---William Blake
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O Rose, thou art sick.
The invisible worm
That flies in the night
In the howling storm
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy,
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
---William Blake
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Everything possible to be believed is an image of truth.
---William Blake
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Ere we had reach'd the wish'd-for place, night fell: We were too late at least by one dark hour,
----William Wordsworth
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Love seeketh not itself to please, nor for itself hath any care, but for another gives its ease, and builds a Heaven in Hell's despair.
---William Blake
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He is by nature led
To peace so perfect that the young behold
With envy, what the old man hardly feels.
----William Wordsworth
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My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
---William Wordsworth
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He spake of love, such love as spirits feel
In worlds whose course is equable and pure:
No fears to beat away - no strife to heal,
The past unsighed for, and the future sure.
---William Wordsworth
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