William Butler Yeats Quotes

Who comes into this country, and has come Where golden crocus and narcissus bloom, Where the Great Mother, mourning for her daughter And beauty-drunken by the water Glittering among grey-leaved olive-trees, Has plucked a flower and sung her loss....
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "Colonus' Praise."
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Two girls in silk kimonos, both Beautiful, one a gazelle.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet. In Memory of Eva Gore-Booth and Con Markiewicz (l. 19-20). . . The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats. Richard J. Finneran, ed. (1989) Macmillan.
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Where had her sweetness gone? What fanatics invent In this blind bitter town, Fantasy or incident Not worth thinking of, Put her in a rage.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "Quarrel in Old Age."
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Because of that great nobleness of hers The fire that stirs about her, when she stirs, Burns but more clearly.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet. The Folly of Being Comforted (l. 10-11). . . The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats. Richard J. Finneran, ed. (1989) Macmillan.
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Everything that man esteems Endures a moment or a day.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet. The Resurrection: Songs from a Play (l. 25-26). . . The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats. Richard J. Finneran, ed. (1989) Macmillan.
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"Because I am mad about women I am mad about the hills," Said that wild old wicked man Who travels where God wills....
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Wild Old Wicked Man."
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"Vengeance upon the murderers," the cry goes up, "Vengeance for Jacques Molay." In cloud-pale rags, or in lace, The rage-driven, rage-tormented, and rage-hungry troop, Trooper belabouring trooper, biting at arm or at face, Plunges towards nothing, arms and fingers spreading wide For the embrace of nothing....
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "VII. I See Phantoms of Hatred and of the Heart's Fullness and of the Coming Emptiness."
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He fancied that I gave a soul Did but our bodies touch, And laughed upon his breast to think Beast gave beast as much.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet. A Last Confession (l. 9-12). . . The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats. Richard J. Finneran, ed. (1989) Macmillan.
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Come praise Colonus' horses, and come praise The wine-dark of the wood's intricacies, The nightingale that deafens daylight there, If daylight ever visit where, Unvisited by tempest or by sun....
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "Colonus' Praise."
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We dreamed that a great painter had been born To cold Clare rock and Galway rock and thorn, To that stern colour and that delicate line That are our secret discipline Wherein the gazing heart doubles her might....
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "In Memory of Major Robert Gregory."
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