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speak silence with thy glimmering eyes, And wash the dusk with silver. ---William Blake
We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry. ---Yeats, William Butler
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How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true; But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face. ---William Butler Yeats
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