William Butler Yeats Quotes

when we have blamed the wind we can blame love....
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "Old Memory."
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Fly-catchers of the moon, Our hands are blenched, our fingers seem But slender needles of bone; Blenched by that malicious dream They are spread wide that each May rend what comes in reach.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Crazed Moon."
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There's keen delight in what we have: The rattle of pebbles on the shore Under the receding wave.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Nineteenth Century and After."
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Beloved, gaze in thine own heart, The holy tree is growing there; From joy the holy branches start, And all the trembling flowers they bear.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Two Trees."
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How should the world be luckier if this house, Where passion and precision have been one Time out of mind, became too ruinous To breed the lidless eye that loves the sun?
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "Upon a House Shaken by the Land Agitation."
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I said: "A line will take us hours maybe; Yet if it does not seem a moment's thought, Our stitching and unstitching has been naught.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet. Adam's Curse (l. 4-6). . . The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats. Richard J. Finneran, ed. (1989) Macmillan.
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"Nor should she be too rich, because the rich Are driven by wealth as beggars by the itch," Beggar to beggar cried, being frenzy-struck, "And cannot have a humorous happy speech."
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "Beggar to Beggar Cried."
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Being young you have not known The fool's triumph, nor yet Love lost as soon as won, Nor the best labourer dead And all the sheaves to bind.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "I. To a Child Dancing in the Wind."
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now I bring full-flavoured wine out of a barrel found Where seven Ephesian topers slept and never knew When Alexander's empire passed, they slept so sound.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "On a Picture of a Black Centaur by Edmund Dulac."
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Crazed through much child-bearing The moon is staggering in the sky; Moon-struck by the despairing Glances of her wandering eye We grope, and grope in vain, For children born of her pain.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Crazed Moon."
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