William Butler Yeats Quotes

Because of something told under the famished horn Of the hunter's moon, that hung between the night and the day, To dream of women whose beauty was folded in dismay, Even in an old story, is a burden not to be borne.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "Under the Moon."
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I made my song a coat Covered with embroideries Out of old mythologies
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet. A Coat (l. 1-3). . . The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats. Richard J. Finneran, ed. (1989) Macmillan.
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He had ragged long grass-coloured hair; He had knees that stuck out of his hose; He had puddle-water in his shoes; He had half a cloak to keep him dry, Although he had a squirrel's eye.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "Baile and Aillinn."
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Surely among a rich man's flowering lawns, Amid the rustle of his planted hills, Life overflows without ambitious pains; And rains down life until the basin spills, And mounts more dizzy high the more it rains As though to choose whatever shape it wills....
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "I. Ancestral Houses."
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O but we dreamed to mend Whatever mischief seemed To afflict mankind, but now That winds of winter blow Learn that we were crack-pated when we dreamed.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "Nineteen Hundred and Nineteen."
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I would find by the edge of that water The collar-bone of a hare Worn thin by the lapping of water, And pierce it through with a gimlet and stare At the old bitter world where they marry in churches....
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Collar-Bone of a Hare."
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You waves, though you dance by my feet like children at play, Though you glow and you glance, though you purr and you dart; In the Junes that were warmer than these are, the waves were more gay, When I was a boy with never a crack in my heart.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Meditation of the Old Fisherman."
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It seems that I must bid the Muse to pack, Choose Plato and Plotinus for a friend Until imagination, ear and eye, Can be content with argument and deal In abstract things; or be derided by A sort of battered kettle at the heel.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet. The Tower (l. 11-16). . . The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats. Richard J. Finneran, ed. (1989) Macmillan.
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"Although I'd lie lapped up in linen A deal I'd sweat and little earn If I should live as live the neighbours," Cried the beggar, Billy Byrne....
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "Under the Round Tower."
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I made my song a coat Covered with embroideries Out of old mythologies From heel to throat; But the fools caught it, Wore it in the world's eyes As though they'd wrought it. Song, let them take it For there's more enterprise In walking naked.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. A Coat, Responsibilities (1914).
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