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Andrea Asay

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Average rating: 4.67 · 21 ratings · 5 reviews · 1 distinct work
Through the Portal

4.67 avg rating — 21 ratings — published 2014 — 2 editions
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Emily Brontë
“I have dreamt in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they have gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind. And this is one: I'm going to tell it - but take care not to smile at any part of it.”
Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

Emily Brontë
“It was not the thorn bending to the honeysuckles, but the honeysuckles embracing the thorn.”
Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights

W.B. Yeats
“When You Are Old"

WHEN you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.”
W.B. Yeats

W.B. Yeats
“Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.”
William Butler Yeats, The Wind Among the Reeds

W.B. Yeats
“I bring you with reverent hands
The books of my numberless dreams.”
William Butler Yeats, The Wind Among the Reeds

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