William Butler Yeats Quotes

I carry from my mother's womb A fanatic's heart.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. Remorse for Intemperate Speech.
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Were she to lose her love, because she had lost Her confidence in mine, or even lose Its first simplicity, love, voice and all, All my fine feathers would be plucked away And I left shivering.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Gift of Harun Al-Rashid."
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Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World! You, too, have come where the dim tides are hurled Upon the wharves of sorrow, and heard ring The bell that calls us on; the sweet far thing.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Rose of Battle."
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Unwearied still, lover by lover, They paddle in the cold Companionable streams or climb the air; Their hearts have not grown old;
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet. The Wild Swans at Coole (l. 19-22). . . The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats. Richard J. Finneran, ed. (1989) Macmillan.
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Imagining that I could A greater with a lesser pang assuage Or but to find if withered vein ran blood, I tore my body that its wine might cover Whatever could recall the lip of lover.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "VIII. Her Vision in the Wood."
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Midnight has come and the great Christ Church bell And many a lesser bell sound through the room; And it is All Souls' Night. And two long glasses brimmed with muscatel Bubble upon the table. A ghost may come; For it is a ghost's right....
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "All Souls' Night."
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A spot whereon the founders lived and died Seemed once more dear than life; ancestral trees, Or gardens rich in memory glorified Marriages, alliances, and families, And every bride's ambition satisfied.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet. Coole and Ballylee, 1931 (l. 33-37). . . The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats. Richard J. Finneran, ed. (1989) Macmillan.
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"... To many women I have said "lie still" And given everything that a woman needs A roof, good clothes, passion, love perhaps But never asked for love, should I ask that I shall be old indeed."
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "In Tara's Halls."
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Out of Ireland have we come, Great hatred, little room Maimed us at the start. I carry from my mother's womb A fanatic's heart.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. Remorse for Intemperate Speech, Words for Music Perhaps and Other Poems (1932).
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A woman's beauty is a storm-tossed banner; Under it wisdom stands, and I alone Of all Arabia's lovers I alone Nor dazzled by the embroidery, nor lost In the confusion of its night-dark folds, Can hear the armed man speak.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Gift of Harun Al-Rashid."
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