"Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire."
"Who dreamed that beauty passes like a dream? For these red lips, with all their mournful pride, Mournful that no new wonder may betide, Troy passed away in one high funeral gleam, And Usna's children died."
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Source: William Butler Yeats (2000). “The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats”, p.28, Wordsworth Editions
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