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Nothing that we love overmuch Is ponderable to our touch.
William Butler Yeats
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William Butler Yeats
Age: 73 †
Born: 1865
Born: June 13
Died: 1939
Died: January 28
Astrologer
Mystic
Playwright
Poet
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Writer
Scrooby
Nottinghamshire
W. B. Yeats
William Yeats
W.B. Yeats
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Overmuch
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There are a few of the open-air spirits the more domestic of their tribe gather within-doors, plentiful as swallows under southern eaves.
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All empty souls tend toward extreme opinions.
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When an immortal passion breathes in mortal clay Our hearts endure the scourge, the plaited thorns, the way Crowded with bitter faces, the wounds in palm and side, The vinegar-heavy sponge, the flowers by Kedron stream.
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Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.
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The intellect of man is forced to choose Perfection of the life, or of the work And if it take the second must refuse A heavenly mansion, raging in the dark.
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I am still of opinion that only two topics can be of the least interest to a serious and studious mood - sex and the dead.
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What made us dream that he could comb gray hair?
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Come away, O human child: To the waters and the wild with a fairy, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
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His element is so fine Being sharpened by his death, To drink from the wine-breath While our gross palates drink from the whole wine.
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Come let us mock at the great That had such burdens on the mind And toiled so hard and late To leave some monument behind, Nor thought of the leveling wind.
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Some burn damp faggots, others may consume The entire combustible world in one small room.
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Teaching is not filling up a pail, it is lighting a fire.
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I thought no more was needed Youth to prolong Than dumb-bell and foil To keep the body young. O who could have foretold That the heart grows old?
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An intellectual hatred is the worst, So let her think opinions are accursed. Have I not seen the loveliest woman born Out of the mouth of Plenty's horn, Because of her opinionated mind Barter that horn and every good By quiet natures understood For an old bellows full of angry wind?
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An aged man is but a paltry thing, a tattered coat upon a stick
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The light of lights looks always on the motive, not the deed, the shadow of shadows on the deed alone.
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There are no strangers here Only friends you haven't yet met.
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What's memory but the ash That chokes our fires that have begun to sink?
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