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I always think a great speaker convinces us not by force of reasoning, but because he is visibly enjoying the beliefs he wants us to accept.
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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I would have touched it like a child But knew my finger could but have touched Cold stone and water. I grew wild, Even accusing heaven because It had set down among its laws: Nothing that we love over-much Is ponderable to our touch.
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And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches toward Bethlehem to be born?
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Yet they that know all things but know That all this life can give us is A child's laughter, a woman's kiss.
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on the instant clamorous eaves, A climbing moon upon an empty sky, And all that lamentation of the leaves, Could but compose man's image and his cry.
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But stories that live longest Are sung above the glass, And Parnell loved his country And Parnell loved his lass.
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I had a chair at every hearth, When no one turned to see, With 'Look at that old fellow there, 'And who may he be?
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I Sing what was lost and dread what was won, / I walk in a battle fought over again.
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Things thought too long can be no longer thought, For beauty dies of beauty, worth of worth, And ancient lineaments are blotted out.
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True love is a discipline in which each divines the secret self of the other and refuses to believe in the mere daily self.
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