William Butler Yeats Quotes

upon these maxims meditate: All women dote upon an idle man Although their children need a rich estate; No man has ever lived that had enough Of children's gratitude or woman's love.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "Vacillation."
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A living man is blind and drinks his drop. What matter if the ditches are impure? What matter if I live it all once more?
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet. A Dialogue of Self and Soul (l. 41-42). . . The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats. Richard J. Finneran, ed. (1989) Macmillan.
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I declare this tower is my symbol; I declare This winding, gyring, spiring treadmill of a stair is my ancestrail stair; That Goldsmith and the Dean, Berkeley and Burke have travelled there.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "Blood and the Moon."
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The mirror-scalèd serpent is multiplicity, But all that run in couples, on earth, in flood or air, share God that is but three, And could beget or bear themselves could they but love as He.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "II. Ribh Denounces Patrick."
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May God be praised for woman That gives up all her mind, A man may find in no man A friendship of her kind That covers all he has brought As with her flesh and bone....
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "On Woman."
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Gay bells or sad, they bring you memories Of half-forgotten innocent old places: We and our bitterness have left no traces On Munster grass and Connemara skies.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Dedication to a Book of Stories Selected from the Irish Novelists."
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"You, that have not lived in thought but deed, Can have the purity of a natural force, But I, whose virtues are the definitions Of the analytic mind, can neither close The eye of the mind nor keep my tongue from speech."
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The People."
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Much wondering to see upon all hands, of wattles and woodwork made, Your bell-mounted churches, and guardless the sacred cairn and the rath, And a small and a feeble populace stooping with mattock and spade, Or weeding or ploughing with faces a-shining with much-toil wet; While in this place and that place, with bodies unglorious, their chieftains stood....
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Wanderings of Oisin."
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From man's blood-sodden heart are sprung Those branches of the night and day Where the gaudy moon is hung. What's the meaning of all song? "Let all things pass away."
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "Vacillation."
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Who can distinguish darkness from the soul?
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet. A Dialogue of Self and Soul (l. 8). . . The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats. Richard J. Finneran, ed. (1989) Macmillan.
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