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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=537219" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Gyres</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE GYRES! the gyres! Old Rocky Face, look forth;<br>Things thought too long can be no longer thought,<br>For beauty dies of beauty, worth of worth,<br>And ancient lineaments are blotted out.<br>Irrational streams of blood are staining earth;<br>Empedocles has thrown all things about;<br>Hector is dead and there's a light in Troy;<br>We that look on but laugh in tragic joy.<br>What matter though numb nightmare ride on top,<br>And blood and mire the sensitive body stain?<br>What matter? Heave no sigh, let no tear drop,<br>A-greater, a more gracious time has gone;<br>For painted forms or boxes of make-up<br>In ancient tombs I sighed, but not again;<br>What matter? Out of cavern comes a voice,<br>And all it knows is that one word 'Rejoice!'<br>Conduct and work grow coarse, and coarse the soul,<br>What matter? Those that Rocky Face holds dear,<br>Lovers of horses and of women, shall,<br>From marble of a broken sepulchre,<br>Or dark betwixt the polecat and the owl,<br>Or any rich, dark nothing disinter<br>The workman, noble and saint, and all things run<br>On that unfashionable gyre again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Butler+Yeats">William Butler Yeats</a><div class=q>
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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.
Irrational streams of blood are staining earth;
Empedocles has t..."></div>
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