William Butler Yeats Quotes

O kinsmen of the Three in One, O kinsmen, bless the hands that play. The notes they waken shall live on When all this heavy history's done; Our hands, our hands must ebb away.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Players Ask For a Blessing on the Psalteries and on Themselves."
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And found on the dove-grey edge of the sea A pearl-pale, high-born lady, who rode On a horse with bridle of findrinny; And like a sunset were her lips, A stormy sunset on doomed ships....
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Wanderings of Oisin."
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The Father and His angelic hierarchy That made the magnitude and glory there Stood in the circuit of a needle's eye.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "Veronica's Napkin."
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Give to these children, new from the world, Rest far from men. Is anything better, anything better? Tell us it then....
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "A Faery Song."
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Mysticism has been in the past & probably ever will be one of the great powers of the world & it is bad scholarship to pretend the contrary. You may argue against it but you should no more treat it with disrespect than a perfectly cultivated writer would treat (say) the Catholic Church or the Church of Luther no matter how much he disliked them.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. letter, Oct. 10, 1893, to author Laurence Housman. Collected Letters, vol. 1, ed. John Kelly (1986). In an earlier letter (July 23, 1892), Yeats had written: "The mystical life is the centre of all that I do & all that I think & all that I write.... I have always considered myself a voice of what I believe to be a greater renaissance—the revolt of the soul against the intellect."
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only an aching heart Conceives a changeless work of art.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "III. My Table."
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Come, fix upon me that accusing eye. I thirst for accusation. All that was sung. All that was said in Ireland is a lie Breed out of the contagion of the throng, Saving the rhyme rats hear before they die.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "Parnell's Funeral."
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The fascination of what's difficult Has dried the sap out of my veins, and rent Spontaneous joy and natural content Out of my heart.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. The Fascination of What's Difficult, The Green Helmet and Other Poems (1910).
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Great Powers of falling wave and wind and windy fire, With your harmonious choir Encircle her I love and sing her into peace, That my old care may cease....
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Poet Pleads with the Elemental Powers."
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"... But here there is nor law nor rule, Nor have hands held a weary tool; And here there is nor Change nor Death, But only kind and merry breath, For joy is God and God is joy."
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Wanderings of Oisin."
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