William Butler Yeats Quotes

"It was the mask engaged your mind, And after set your heart to beat, Not what's behind."
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Mask."
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It is time that I wrote my will; I choose upstanding men That climb the streams until The fountain leap, and at dawn Drop their cast at the side Of dripping stone;
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet. The Tower (l. 105-110). . . The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats. Richard J. Finneran, ed. (1989) Macmillan.
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Do not because this day I have grown saturnine Imagine that lost love, inseparable from my thought Because I have no other youth, can make me pine; For how should I forget the wisdom that you brought, The comfort that you made?
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "Under Saturn."
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Or else I thought her supernatural; As though a sterner eye looked through her eye On this foul world in its decline and fall, On gangling stocks grown great, great stocks run dry, Ancestral pearls all pitched into a sty, Heroic reverie mocked by clown and knave....
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "A Bronze Head."
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If any man drew near When I was young, I thought, "He holds her dear," And shook with hate and fear.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "A Woman Homer Sung."
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Mere dreams, mere dreams! Yet Homer had not sung Had he not found it certain beyond dreams That out of life's own self-delight had sprung The abounding glittering jet....
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "I. Ancestral Houses."
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An image of its state; The wings half spread for flight, The breast thrust out in pride Whether to play, or to ride Those winds that clamour of approaching night.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "Nineteen Hundred and Nineteen."
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And learn that the best thing is To change my loves while dancing And pay but a kiss for a kiss.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Collar-Bone of a Hare."
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"... What matter, so there is but fire In you, in me?"
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Mask."
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When the swan must fix his eye Upon a fading gleam, Float out upon a long Last reach of glittering stream And there sing his last song.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet. The Tower (l. 124-128). . . The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats. Richard J. Finneran, ed. (1989) Macmillan.
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