William Butler Yeats Quotes

My father upon the Abbey stage, before him a raging crowd. "This Land of Saints," and then as the applause died out, "Of plaster Saints;" his beautiful mischievous head thrown back.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "Beautiful Lofty Things."
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Toil and grow rich, What's that but to lie With a foul witch...?
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "I. The Witch."
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"Your strength, that is so lofty and fierce and kind, It might call up a new age, calling to mind The queens that were imagined long ago, Is but half yours...."
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "Old Memory."
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Did the kiss of Mother Mary Put that music in her face? Yet she goes with footstep wary, Full of earth's old timid grace.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Countess Cathleen in Paradise."
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Let the new faces play what tricks they will In the old rooms; night can outbalance day, Our shadows rove the garden gravel still, The living seem more shadowy than they.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The New Faces."
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There, through the broken branches, go The ravens of unresting thought; Flying, crying, to and fro, Cruel claw and hungry throat, Or else they stand and sniff the wind....
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Two Trees."
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When her soul flies to the predestined dancing-place (I have no speech but symbol, the pagan speech I made Amid the dreams of youth) let her come face to face, Amid that first astonishment, with Grania's shade, All but the terrors of the woodland flight forgot....
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "Upon a Dying Lady."
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I had a thought for no one's but your ears: That you were beautiful, and that I strove To love you in the old high way of love; That it had all seemed happy, and yet we'd grown As weary-hearted as that hollow moon.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet. Adam's Curse (l. 34-38). . . The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats. Richard J. Finneran, ed. (1989) Macmillan.
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"And get a comfortable wife and house To rid me of the devil in my shoes," Beggar to beggar cried, being frenzy-struck, "And the worse devil that is between my thighs."
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "Beggar to Beggar Cried."
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Dance there upon the shore; What need have you to care For wind or water's roar? And tumble out your hair That the salt drops have wet....
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "I. To a Child Dancing in the Wind."
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