William Butler Yeats Quotes

for never yet Has lover lived, but longed to wive Like them that are no more alive.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "Baile and Aillinn."
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The Bishop has a skin, God knows, Wrinkled like the foot of a goose, (All find safety in the tomb.) Nor can he hide in holy black The heron's hunch upon his back, But a birch-tree stood my Jack....
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "I. Crazy Jane and the Bishop."
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a mind That nobleness made simple as a fire, With beauty like a tightened bow,
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet. No Second Troy (l. 6-8). . . The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats. Richard J. Finneran, ed. (1989) Macmillan.
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I wonder anybody does anything at Oxford but dream and remember, the place is so beautiful. One almost expects the people to sing instead of speaking. It is all ... like an opera.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. letter, Aug. 25, 1888, to writer Katherine Tynan (later Hinkson). The Collected Letters of W.B. Yeats, vol. 1, ed. John Kelly (1986).
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Time drops in decay, Like a candle burnt out, And the mountains and woods Have their day, have their day....
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Moods."
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Death and life were not Till man made up the whole, Made lock, stock and barrel Out of his bitter soul,
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet. The Tower (l. 132-135). . . The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats. Richard J. Finneran, ed. (1989) Macmillan.
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She has not grown uncivil As narrow natures would And called the pleasures evil Happier days thought good....
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "Upon a Dying Lady."
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Song, let them take it, For there's more enterprise In walking naked.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet. A Coat (l. 8-10). . . The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats. Richard J. Finneran, ed. (1989) Macmillan.
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Their love was never drowned in care Of this or that thing, nor grew cold Because their bodies had grown old. Being forbid to marry on earth, They blossomed to immortal mirth.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "Baile and Aillinn."
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She hears me strike the board and say That she is under ban Of all good men and women, Being mentioned with a man That has the worst of all bad names.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "I. Father and Child."
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