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Out of Ireland have we come, great hatred, little room, maimed us at the start. I carry from my mother's womb a fanatic heart.
William Butler Yeats
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William Butler Yeats
Age: 73 †
Born: 1865
Born: June 13
Died: 1939
Died: January 28
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For men were born to pray and save: Romantic Ireland's dead and gone, It's with O'Leary in the grave.
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I am haunted by numberless islands, many a Danaan shore, Where Time would surely forget us, and Sorrow come near us no moreSoon far from the rose and the lily and fret of the flames would we be, Were we only white birds, my beloved, buoyed out on the foam of the sea!
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The pain others give passes away in their later kindness, but that of our own blunders, especially when they hurt our vanity, never passes away
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What shall I do for pretty girls Now my old bawd is dead?
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All through the years of our youth Neither could have known Their own thought from the other's, We were so much at one.
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