William Butler Yeats Quotes

A statesman is an easy man, He tells his lies by rote; A journalist makes up his lies And takes you by the throat; So stay at home and drink your beer And let the neighbours vote.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Old Stone Cross."
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If I were as I once was, the strong hoofs crushing the sand and the shells, Coming out of the sea as the dawn comes, a chaunt of love on my lips, Not coughing, my head on my knees, and praying, and wroth with the bells, I would leave no saint's head on his body from Rachlin to Bera of ships.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Wanderings of Oisin."
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A crazy man that found a cup, When all but dead of thirst, Hardly dared to wet his mouth Imagining, moon-accursed, That another mouthful And his beating heart would burst.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "V. The Empty Cup."
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Why should the imagination of a man Long past his prime remember things that are Emblematical of love and war?
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet. A Dialogue of Self and Soul (l. 17-19). . . The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats. Richard J. Finneran, ed. (1989) Macmillan.
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And God-appointed Berkeley that proved all things a dream, That this pragmatical, preposterous pig of a world, its farrow that so solid seem, Must vanish on the instant if the mind but change its theme ...
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "Blood and the Moon."
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As man, as beast, as an ephemeral fly begets, Godhead begets Godhead, For things below are copies, the Great Smaragdine Tablet said. Yet all must copy copies, all increase their kind....
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "II. Ribh Denounces Patrick."
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Eunuchs ran through Hell and met On every crowded street to stare Upon great Juan riding by: Even like these to rail and sweat Staring upon his sinewy thigh.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "On Those That Hated 'The Playboy of the Western World,' 1907."
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There was a green branch hung with many a bell When her own people ruled this tragic Eire; And from its murmuring greenness, calm of Faery, A Druid kindness, on all hearers fell.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Dedication to a Book of Stories Selected from the Irish Novelists."
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He'd gone to great expense Keeping all the Kerry men Out of that crazy fight; That he might be there himself Had travelled half the night. How goes the weather?
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The O'Rahilly."
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And each of the huge white creatures was huger than fourscore men; The tops of their ears were feathered, their hands were the claws of birds, And, shaking the plumes of the grasses and the leaves of the mural glen, The breathing came from those bodies, long warless, grown whiter than curds.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Wanderings of Oisin."
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