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The Muse is mute when public men Applaud a modern throne.
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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Life is a journey up a spiral staircase as we grow older we cover the ground covered we have covered before, only higher up as we look down the winding stair below us we measure our progress by the number of places where we were but no longer are. The journey is both repetitious and progressive we go both round and upward.
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One man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
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The women that I picked spoke sweet and low And yet gave tongue. Hound voices were they all.
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Hurrah for revolution and cannon come again! The beggars have changed places, but the lash goes on.
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That toil of growing up The ignominy of boyhood the distress Of boyhood changing into man The unfinished man and his pain.
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For wisdom is the property of the dead, A something incompatible with life and power, Like everything that has the stain of blood, A property of the living but no stain Can come upon the visage of the moon When it has looked in glory from a cloud.
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When I play on my fiddle in Dooney Folk dance like a wave on the sea.
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I think you can leave the arts, superior or inferior, to the conscience of mankind.
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But Love has pitched his mansion in the place of excrement. For nothing can be sole or whole that has not been rent.
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As man, as beast, as an ephemeral fly begets, Godhead begets Godhead, For things below are copies, the Great Smaragdine Tablet said. Yet all must copy copies, all increase their kind.
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Swift has sailed into his rest Savage indignation there Cannot lacerate his breast Imitate him if you dare, World-besotted traveler he Served human liberty.
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All hatred driven hence, The soul recovers radical innocence And learns at last that it is self-delighting, Self-appeasing, self-affrighting, And that its own sweet will is Heaven's will
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O cloud-pale eyelids, dream-dimmed eyes, The poets labouring all their days To build a perfect beauty in rhyme Are overthrown by a woman's gaze.
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I carry from my mother's womb a fanatic's heart.
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The chief imagination of Christendom, Dante Alighieri, so utterly found himself That he has made that hollow face of his More plain to the mind's eye than any face But that of Christ.
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Everything that's lovely is But a brief, dreamy kind of delight.
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There's keen delight in what we have: The rattle of pebbles on the shore Under the receding wave.
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You that would judge me, do not judge alone this book or that, come to this hallowed place where my friends' portraits hang and look thereon Ireland's history in their lineaments trace think where man's glory most begins and ends and say my glory was I had such friends.
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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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