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Truth I pursued,as Fancy sketch'd the way,
And wiser men than I went worse astray.
----Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Cuchulain stirred,
Stared on the horses of the sea, and heard
The cars of battle and his own name cried;
And fought with the invulnerable tide.
W.B. Yeats
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Fairies in Ireland are sometimes as big as we are, sometimes bigger, and sometimes, as I have been told, about three feet high.
---William Butler Yeats
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An aged man is but a paltry thing,
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
For every tatter in its mortal dress
---W.B. Yeats
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Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.
---William Butler Yeats
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The reason Milton wrote in fetters when he wrote of Angels & God, and at liberty when of Devils & Hell, is because he was a true Poet and of the Devil's party without knowing it.
----William Blake
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And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;...
----W.B. Yeats
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Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.
---William Butler Yeats
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Let us go forth, the tellers of tales, and seize whatever prey the heart long for, and have no fear.
---W.B. Yeats
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Imagination is the real and eternal world of which this vegetable universe is but a faint shadow.
---William Blake
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There are no strangers, only friends you have not met yet.
---William Butler Yeats
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It is right it should be so:
Man was made for joy and woe;
And when this we rightly know
Through the world we safely go.
---William Blake
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All empty souls tend toward extreme opinions.
-----William Butler Yeats
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In the universe, there are things that are known, and things that are unknown, and in between, there are doors.
---William Blake
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A dead body revenges not injuries.
---William Blake
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The nakedness of woman is the work of God.
----William Blake
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Thou art a man
God is no more
Thy own humanity
Learn to adore
---William Blake
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A Robin Redbreast in a Cage
Puts all Heaven in a Rage.
A dove house fill’d with doves and pigeons
Shudders Hell thro’ all its regions.
A Dog starv’d at his Master’s Gate
Predicts the ruin of the State.
A Horse misus’d upon the Road
Calls to Heaven for Human blood.
Each outcry of the hunted Hare
A fiber from the Brain does tear.
----William Blake
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The cut worm forgives the plow.
---William Blake
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And now I see with eye serene
The very pulse of the machine
A being breathing thoughtful breath
A traveler betwixt life and death
The reason firm the temperate will
Endurance Foresight Strength and skill
----William Wordsworth
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A man can't soar too high, when he flies with his own wings.
---William Blake
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Morning, noon & bloody night,
Seven sodding days a week,
I slave at filthy WORK, that might
Be done by any book-drunk freak.
This goes on until I kick the bucket.
FUCK IT FUCK IT FUCK IT FUCK IT
---Philip Larkin
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Improvement makes strait roads, but the crooked roads without Improvement, are roads of Genius.
---William Blake
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If living sympathy be theirs
And leaves and airs,
The piping
breeze and dancing tree
Are all alive and glad as we:
Whether this be
truth or no
I cannot tell, I do not know;
Nay--whether now I reason
well,
I do not know, I cannot tell.
----William Wordsworth
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This life's dim windows of the soul
Distorts the heavens from pole to pole
And leads you to believe a lie
When you see with, not through, the eye.
----William Blake
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