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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 more;Soon 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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	I believe when I am in the mood that all nature is full of people whom we cannot see, and that some of these are ugly or grotesque, and some wicked or foolish, but very many beautiful beyond any one we have ever seen, and that these are not far away... and the simple of all times and the wise men of ancient times have seen them and even spoken to them.   
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	People are responsible for their opinions, but Providence is responsible for their morals.   
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	... What matter, so there is but fire In you, in me?   
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	What man does not understand, he fears; and what he fears, he tends to destroy.   
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	The world being illusive, one must be deluded in some way if one is to triumph in it.   
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	O but we dreamed to mend Whatever mischief seemed To afflict mankind, but now That winds of winter blow Learn that we were crack-pated when we dreamed.   
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	Every conquering temptation represents a new fund of moral energy. Every trial endured and weathered in the right spirit makes a soul nobler and stronger than it was before.   
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	Before The World Was Made If I make the lashes dark and the eyes more bright and the lips more scarlet, or ask if all be right from mirror after mirror, no vanity's displayed: I'm looking for the face I had before the world was made. What if I look upon a man as though on my beloved, and my blood be cold the while and my heart unmoved? Why should he think me cruel or that he is betrayed? I'd have him love the thing that was before the world was made.   
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	Style, personality - deliberately adopted and therefore a mask - is the only escape from the hot-faced bargainers and money-changers.   
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	What were all the world's alarms To mighty Paris when he found Sleep upon a golden bed That first dawn in Helen's arms?   
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	I believe... that our memories are part of one great memory, the memory of Nature herself.   
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	We poets would die of loneliness but for women, and we choose our men friends that we may have somebody to talk about women with. Letter to Olivia Shakespeare, 1936   
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	The uncontrollable mystery on the bestial floor.   
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	Education is not filling   
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	Now that my ladder's gone, I must lie down where all my ladders start, In the foul rag-and-bone shop of the heart.   
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	So long as all is ordered for attack, and that alone, leaders will instinctively increase the number of enemies that they may give their followers something to do.   
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	But O, sick children of the world, Of all the many changing things In dreary dancing past us whirled, To the cracked tune that Chronos sings, Words alone are certain good.   
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	Life moves out of a red flare of dreams Into a common light of common hours, Until old age brings the red flare again.   
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	The brawling of a sparrow in the eaves The brilliant moon and all the milky sky And all that famous harmony of leaves Had blotted out man's image and his cry.   
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	Some burn damp faggots, others may consume The entire combustible world in one small room.   
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	And pluck till time and times are done the silver apples of the moon the golden apples of the sun.   
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	A daughter of a King of Ireland, heard A voice singing on a May Eve like this, And followed half awake and half asleep, Until she came into the Land of Faery, Where nobody gets old and godly and grave, Where nobody gets old and crafty and wise, Where nobody gets old and bitter of tongue. And she is still there, busied with a dance Deep in the dewy shadow of a wood, Or where stars walk upon a mountain-top.   
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	I call on those that call me son, Grandson, or great-grandson, On uncles, aunts, great-uncles or great-aunts, To judge what I have done. Have I, that put it into words, Spoilt what old loins have sent?   
