William Butler Yeats Quotes

Eyes spiritualised by death can judge, I cannot, but I am not content.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "Are You Content?"
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O cloud-pale eyelids, dream-dimmed eyes, The poets labouring all their days To build a perfect beauty in rhyme Are overthrown by a woman's gaze....
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "He Tells of the Perfect Beauty."
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"Old lovers yet may have All that time denied Grave is heaped on grave That they be satisfied Over the blackened earth The old troops parade...."
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "Mohini Chatterjee."
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'I have cap and bells,' he pondered, 'I will send them to her and die'; And when the morning whitened He left them where she went by.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet. The Cap and Bells (l. 21-24). . . The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats. Richard J. Finneran, ed. (1989) Macmillan.
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Pale brows, still hands and dim hair, I had a beautiful friend And dreamed that the old despair Would end in love in the end....
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Lover Mourns for the Loss of Love."
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We are closed in, and the key is turned On our uncertainty;
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet. The Stare's Nest by My Window (l. 6-7). . . The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats. Richard J. Finneran, ed. (1989) Macmillan.
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A speckled cat and a tame hare Eat at my hearthstone And sleep there; And both look up to me alone For learning and defence As I look up to Providence.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "Two Songs of a Fool."
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I call on those that call me son, Grandson, or great-grandson, On uncles, aunts, great-uncles or great-aunts To judge what I have done. Have I, that put it into words, Spoilt what old loins have sent?
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "Are You Content?"
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I have drunk ale from the Country of the Young And weep because I know all things now: I have been a hazel-tree, and they hung The Pilot Star and the Crooked Plough Among my leaves in times out of mind....
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "He Thinks of His Past Greatness When a Part of the Constellations of Heaven."
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O never give the heart outright, For they, for all smooth lips can say, Have given their hearts up to the play. And who could play it well enough If deaf and dumb and blind with love?
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "Never Give All the Heart."
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