William Butler Yeats Quotes

When Sheba was his lass, When she the iron wrought, or When from the smithy fire It shuddered in the water: Harshness of their desire That made them stretch and yawn....
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "On Woman."
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A doll in the doll-maker's house Looks at the cradle and bawls: "That is an insult to us."
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet. The Dolls (l. 1-3). . . The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats. Richard J. Finneran, ed. (1989) Macmillan.
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All dreams of the soul End in a beautiful man's or woman's body.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Phases of the Moon."
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The hare grows old as she plays in the sun And gazes around her with eyes of brightness; Before the swift things that she dreamed of were done She limps along in an aged whiteness....
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Wanderings of Oisin."
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I—though heart might find relief Did I become a Christian man and choose for my belief What seems most welcome in the tomb—play a predestined part. Homer is my example and his unchristened heart.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "Vacillation."
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She was more beautiful than thy first love, But now lies under boards.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "A Dream of Death."
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O love is the crooked thing, There is nobody wise enough To find out all that is in it, For he would be thinking of love Till the stars had run away
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet. Brown Penny (l. 9-13). . . The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats. Richard J. Finneran, ed. (1989) Macmillan.
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Has no one said those daring Kind eyes should be more learn'd? Or warned you how despairing The moths are when they are burned? I could have warned you; but you are young, So we speak a different tongue.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "II. Two Years Later."
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I can exchange opinion with any neighbouring mind, I have as healthy flesh and blood as any rhymer's had, But O! my Heart could bear no more when the upland caught the wind; I ran, I ran, from my love's side because my Heart went mad.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "Owen Aherne and His Dancers."
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I knew that I had seen, had seen at last That girl my unremembering nights hold fast Or else my dreams that fly If I should rub an eye, And yet in flying fling into my meat A crazy juice that makes the pulses beat....
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Double Vision of Michael Robartes."
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