William Butler Yeats Quotes

Though now in her old age, in her young age She had been beautiful in that old way That's all but gone; for the proud heart is gone, And the fool heart of the counting-house fears all But soft beauty and indolent desire.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Old Age of Queen Maeve."
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Gaze no more in the bitter glass The demons, with their subtle guile, Lift up before us when they pass, Or only gaze a little while....
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Two Trees."
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How could passion run so deep Had I never thought That the crime of being born Blackens all our lot?
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "V. Consolation."
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"To be born woman is to know— Although they do not talk of it at school— That we must labour to be beautiful."
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet. Adam's Curse (l. 18-20). . . The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats. Richard J. Finneran, ed. (1989) Macmillan.
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Swift beating on his breast in sibylline frenzy blind Because the heart in his blood-sodden breast had dragged him down into mankind ...
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "Blood and the Moon."
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What if I look upon a man As though on my beloved, And my blood be cold the while And my heart unmoved? Why should he think me cruel Or that he is betrayed?
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "II. Before the World Was Made."
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Your hooves have stamped at the black margin of the wood, Even where horrible green parrots call and swing. My works are all stamped down into the sultry mud.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "On a Picture of a Black Centaur by Edmund Dulac."
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I came on a great house in the middle of the night Its open lighted doorway and its windows all alight, And all my friends were there and made me welcome too; But I woke in an old ruin that the winds howled through; And when I pay attention I must out and walk Among the dogs and horses that understand my talk.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Curse of Cromwell."
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And she'd had lucky eyes and a high heart, And wisdom that caught fire like the dried flax, At need, and made her beautiful and fierce, Sudden and laughing.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Old Age of Queen Maeve."
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O heart the winds have shaken, the unappeasable host Is comelier than candles at Mother Mary's feet.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Unappeasable Host."
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