William Butler Yeats Quotes

Give her a little grace, What if a laughing eye Have looked into your face? It is about to die.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "Upon a Dying Lady."
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No matter what disaster occurred She stood in desperate music wound Wound, wound, and she made in her triumph Where the bales and the baskets lay No common intelligible sound But sang, "O sea-starved hungry sea."
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "A Crazed Girl."
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Maud Gonne at Howth station waiting a train, Pallas Athena in that straight back and arrogant head: All the Olympians; a thing never known again.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "Beautiful Lofty Things."
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Those lovers, purified by tragedy, Hurry into each other's arms; these eyes, By water, herb and solitary prayer Made aquiline, are open to that light. Though somewhat broken by the leaves, that light Lies in a circle on the grass.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "I. Ribh at the Tomb of Baile and Aillinn."
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Bodies of holy men and women exude Miraculous oil, odour of violet. But under heavy loads of trampled clay Lie bodies of the vampires full of blood; Their shrouds are bloody and their lips are wet.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "Oil and Blood."
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All the heavy days are over; Leave the body's coloured pride Underneath the grass and clover, With the feet laid side by side.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Countess Cathleen in Paradise."
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You that would judge me do not judge alone This book or that, come to this hallowed place Where my friends' portraits hang and look thereon; Ireland's history in their lineaments trace; Think where man's glory most begins and ends And say my glory was I had such friends.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Municipal Gallery Revisited."
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"... Or how should love be worth its pains were it not That when he has fallen asleep within my arms, Being wearied out, I love in man the child? What can they know of love that do not know She builds her nest upon a narrow ledge Above a windy precipice?"
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Two Kings."
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Because the priest must have like every dog his day Or keep us all awake with baying at the moon, We and our dolls being but the world were best away.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "Upon a Dying Lady."
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That crazed girl improvising her music, Her poetry, dancing upon the shore, Her soul in division from itself Climbing, falling she knew not where, Hiding amid the cargo of a steamship Her knee-cap broken.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "A Crazed Girl."
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