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I will arise and go now, and go to Inishfree. 
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made; 
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee, 
And live alone in the bee loud glade. 
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But I, being poor, have only my dreams. 
I have spread my dreams under your feet; 
Tread softly, because you tread on my dreams. 
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Civilisation is hooped together, brought 
Under a rule, under the semblance of peace 
By manifold illusion, but Man's life is thought, 
And he, despite his terror, cannot cease, 
Ravening through century after century 
Ravening, raging and uprooting, that he may come 
Into the desolation of reality. -


Turning and turning in the widening gyre 
The falcon cannot hear the falconer; 
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; 
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, 
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere 
The ceremony of innocence is drowned; 
The best lack all conviction; while the worst 
Are full of passionate intensity. 
  
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Cast a cold eye 
On life, on death, 
Horseman, pass by! 
  
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 W B YEATS	
This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England.-

The evil that men do lives after them;
      The good is oft interred with their bones.-

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