William Butler
William Butler
Multi-instrumentalist for the band Arcade Fire who plays bass, synth, guitar, and percussion. He has also worked on movie soundtracks, like the one for Her.
ProfessionGuitarist
Date of Birth6 October 1982
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But I do mean to say, I have heard her declare,When at the same moment she had on a dressWhich cost five hundred dollars, and not a cent less,And jewelry worth ten times more, I should guess,That she had not a thing in the wide world to wear!
brought cannot century civilization despite hoped illusion life manifold peace raging
Civilization is hoped 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
berry god
Doubtless God could have made a better berry (than the strawberry), but doubtless God never did
truly
Really and truly -- I've nothing to wear.
art fighting men
The nation that will insist upon drawing a broad line of demarcation between the fighting man and the thinking man is liable to find its fighting done by fools and its thinking by cowards.
bringing entering faculty human imagination lose losing nature power revealed seemingly sent spirit symbol touches
In Imagination only we find a Human Faculty that touches nature at one side, and spirit on the other. Imagination may be described as that which is sent bringing spirit to nature, entering into nature, and seemingly losing its spirit, that nature being revealed as symbol may lose the power to delude.
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Education is not the filling of the pail, but, the lighting of the fire.
education filling lighting
Education is not filling a pail but the lighting of a fire.
education filling irish-poet lighting
Education is not filling a bucket, but lighting a fire.
birds country dying trees
That is no country for old men. The youngIn one another's arms, birds in the trees --Those dying generations -- at their song.
child half sleeps storm
Once more the storm is howling, and half hidUnder this cradle-hood and coverlidMy child sleeps on.
dried joy natural sap
The fascination of what's difficultHas dried the sap out of my veins, and rentSpontaneous joy and natural contentOut of my heart.
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I have passed with a nod of the headOr polite meaningless words,Or have lingered awhile and saidPolite meaningless words. . . .
fixed knowing star
I have no question:It is enough, I know what fixed the stationOf star and cloud.And knowing all, I cry. . . .