William Butler Yeats Quotes

And haughtier-headed Burke that proved the State a tree, That this unconquerable labyrinth of the birds, century after century, Cast but dead leaves to mathematical equality....
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "Blood and the Moon."
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To round that shell's elaborate whorl, Adorning every secret track With the delicate mother-of-pearl, Made the joints of Heaven crack....
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "II. Crazy Jane Reproved."
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She that but little patience knew, From childhood on, had now so much A grey gull lost its fear and flew Down to her cell and there alit, And there endured her fingers' touch And from her fingers ate its bit.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "On a Political Prisoner."
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But there's another knowledge that my heart destroys As the fox in the old fable destroyed the Spartan boy's Because it proves that things both can and cannot be; That the swordsmen and the ladies can still keep company; Can pay the poet for a verse and hear the fiddle sound, That I am still their servant though all are underground.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Curse of Cromwell."
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I heard the old, old men say, "All that's beautiful drifts away Like the waters."
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet. The Old Men Admiring Themselves in the Water (l. 7-9). . . The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats. Richard J. Finneran, ed. (1989) Macmillan.
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The Danaan children laugh, in cradles of wrought gold, And clap their hands together, and half close their eyes, For they will ride the North when the ger-eagle flies, With heavy whitening wings, and a heart fallen cold....
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Unappeasable Host."
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At stroke of midnight soul cannot endure A bodily or mental furniture. What can she take until her Master give! Where can she look until He make the show! What can she know until He bid her know! How can she live till in her blood He live!
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "V. Ribh Considers Christian Love Insufficient."
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I summon to the winding ancient stair; Set all your mind upon the steep ascent,
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet. A Dialogue of Self and Soul (l. 1-2). . . The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats. Richard J. Finneran, ed. (1989) Macmillan.
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Odour of blood on the ancestral stair! And we that have shed none must gather there And clamour in drunken frenzy for the moon.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "Blood and the Moon."
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Like the moon her kindness is. If kindness I may call What has no comprehension in't, But is the same for all As though my sorrow were a scene Upon a painted wall.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "II. Human Dignity."
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