William Butler Yeats Quotes

Did she in touching that lone wing Recall the years before her mind Became a bitter, an abstract thing...?
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "On a Political Prisoner."
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All neighbourly content and easy talk are gone, But there's no good complaining, for money's rant is on, He that's mounting up must on his neighbour mount And we and all the Muses are things of no account. They have schooling of their own but I pass their schooling by, What can they know that we know that know the time to die?
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Curse of Cromwell."
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Because this age and the next age Engender in the ditch, No man can know a happy man From any passing wretch, If Folly link with Elegance No man knows which is which....
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Old Stone Cross."
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The dews drop slowly and dreams gather: unknown spears Suddenly hurtle before my dream-awakened eyes, And then the clash of fallen horsemen and the cries Of unknown perishing armies beat about my ears.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Valley of the Black Pig."
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Why should I seek for love or study it? It is of God and passes human wit; I study hatred with great diligence, For that's a passion in my own control, A sort of besom that can clear the soul Of everything that is not mind or sense.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "V. Ribh Considers Christian Love Insufficient."
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When such as I cast out remorse So great a sweetness flows into the breast We must laugh and we must sing, We are blest by everything, Everything we look upon is blest.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet. A Dialogue of Self and Soul (l. 66-70). . . The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats. Richard J. Finneran, ed. (1989) Macmillan.
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In mockery I have set A powerful emblem up, And sing it rhyme upon rhyme In mockery of a time Half dead at the top.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "Blood and the Moon."
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An ancient bridge, and a more ancient tower, A farmhouse that is sheltered by its wall, An acre of stony ground, Where the symbolic rose can break in flower, Old ragged elms, old thorns innumerable....
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "II. My House."
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I think it better that in times like these A poet's mouth be silent, for in truth We have no gift to set a statesman right.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. On Being Asked for a War Poem, l. 1-3, The Wild Swans at Coole (1919).
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I would be ignorant as the dawn That merely stood, rocking the glittering coach Above the cloudy shoulders of the horses; I would be for no knowledge is worth a straw Ignorant and wanton as the dawn.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Dawn."
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