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You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
----Maya Angelou
Man can embody the truth but he cannot know it.
---WB Yeats
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And what if excess of love
Bewildered them till they died?
---William Butler Yeats
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I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
---WB Yeats
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I carry the Sun in a Golden Cup, the Moon in a Silver Bag.
---William Butler Yeats
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Down the winding cavern we groped our tedious way, till a void boundless as the nether sky appeared beneath us, and we held by the roots of trees and hung over this immensity; but I said: if you please we will commit ourselves to this void and see whether providence is here also.
---William Blake
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Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world
---W.B. Yeats
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I bring you with reverent hands
The books of my numberless dreams.
---William Butler Yeats
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Nor dread nor hope attend
A dying animal;
A man awaits his end
Dreading and hoping all.
---William Butler Yeats
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Excessive sorrow laughs. Excessive joy weeps.
---William Blake
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The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.
---William Butler Yeats
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There is a Moment in each Day that Satan cannot find
---William Blake
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The worst thing about some men is that when they are not drunk they are sober.
---William Butler Yeats
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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;
So be it when I shall grow old,
Or let me die!
The Child is father of the Man;
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.
----William Wordsworth
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I give you the end of a golden string,
Only wind it into a ball,
It will lead you in at Heaven's gate
Built in Jerusalem's wall.
---William Blake
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The fool who persists in his folly will become wise.
----William Blake
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Sweet babe, in thy face Soft desires I can trace, Secret joys and secret smiles, Little pretty infant wiles.
---William Blake
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A flower was offered to me,
Such a flower as May never bore;
But I said "I've a pretty rose tree,"
And I passed the sweet flower o'er.
Then I went to my pretty rose tree,
To tend her by day and by night;
But my rose turned away with jealousy,
And her thorns were my only delight.
---William Blake, Songs of Innocence and of Experience
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