William Butler Yeats Quotes

All know that all the dead in the world about that place are stuck And that should mother seek her son she'd have but little luck Because the fires of Purgatory have ate their shapes away; I swear to God I questioned them and all they had to say Was fol de rol de rolly O.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Pilgrim."
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And if joy were not on the earth, There were an end of change and birth, And Earth and Heaven and Hell would die, And in some gloomy barrow lie Folded like a frozen fly....
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Wanderings of Oisin."
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Between extremities Man runs his course; A brand, or flaming breath, Comes to destroy All those antinomies Of day and night....
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "Vacillation."
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I dreamed that one had died in a strange place Near no accustomed hand; And they had nailed the boards above her face....
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "A Dream of Death."
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A mouth that has no moisture and no breath Breathless mouths may summon; I hail the superhuman; I call it death-in-life and life-in-death.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet. Byzantium (l. 13-16). . . The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats. Richard J. Finneran, ed. (1989) Macmillan.
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O you will take whatever's offered And dream that all the world's a friend, Suffer as your mother suffered, Be as broken in the end.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "II. Two Years Later."
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"... Let the cage bird and the cage bird mate and the wild bird mate in the wild."
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "Owen Aherne and His Dancers."
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On the grey rock of Cashel I suddenly saw A Sphinx with woman breast and lion paw, A Buddha, hand at rest, Hand lifted up that blest; And right between these two a girl at play That, it may be, had danced her life away....
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Double Vision of Michael Robartes."
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Now I am in the public house and lean upon the wall, So come in rags or come in silk, in cloak or country shawl, And come with learned lovers or with what men you may For I can put the whole lot down, and all I have to say Is fol de rol de rolly O.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Pilgrim."
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Put the staff in my hands; for I go to the Fenians, O cleric, to chaunt The war-songs that roused them of old; they will rise, making clouds with their breath, Innumerable, singing, exultant; the clay underneath them shall pant, And demons be broken in pieces, and trampled beneath them in death.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Wanderings of Oisin."
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