William Butler Yeats Quotes

Come gather round me Parnellites And praise our chosen man, Stand upright on your legs awhile, Stand upright while you can, For soon we lie where he is laid And he is underground....
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "Come Gather Round Me, Parnellites."
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Some burn damp faggots, others may consume The entire combustible world in one small room As though dried straw, and if we turn about The bare chimney is gone black out Because the work had finished in that flare.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "In Memory of Major Robert Gregory."
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The yellow pool has overflowed high up on Clooth-na-Bare, For the wet winds are blowing out of the clinging air; Like heavy flooded waters our bodies and our blood; But purer than a tall candle before the Holy Rood Is Cathleen, the daughter of Houlihan.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "Red Hanrahan's Song about Ireland."
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"But such as you and I do not seem old Like men who live by habit. Every day I ride with falcon to the river's edge Or carry the ringed mail upon my back, Or court a woman; neither enemy, Game-bird, nor woman does the same thing twice...."
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Gift of Harun Al-Rashid."
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I count those feathered balls of soot The moor-hen guides upon the stream, To silence the envy in my thought; And turn towards my chamber, caught In the cold snows of a dream.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet. The Road at My Door (l. 11-15). . . The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats. Richard J. Finneran, ed. (1989) Macmillan.
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I saw, before I had well finished, All suddenly mount And scatter wheeling in great broken rings Upon their clamorous wings.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet. The Wild Swans at Coole (l. 9-12). . . The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats. Richard J. Finneran, ed. (1989) Macmillan.
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I went out alone To sing a song or two, My fancy on a man, And you know who.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "VIII. Girl's Song."
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He had much industry at setting out, Much boisterous courage, before loneliness Had driven him crazed; For meditations upon unknown thought Make human intercourse grow less and less....
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "All Souls' Night."
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What's water but the generated soul?
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet. Coole and Ballylee, 1931 (l. 8). . . The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats. Richard J. Finneran, ed. (1989) Macmillan.
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A man I praise that once in Tara's Halls Said to the woman on his knees, "Lie still, My hundredth year is at an end. I think That something is about to happen, I think That the adventure of old age begins...."
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "In Tara's Halls."
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