William Butler Yeats Quotes

O what a bursting out there was, And what a blossoming, When we had all the summer-time And she had all the spring!
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "VIII. Summer and Spring."
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All things can tempt me from this craft of verse: One time it was a woman's face, or worse The seeming needs of my fool-driven land; Now nothing but comes readier to the hand Than this accustomed toil.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "All Things Can Tempt Me."
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But all is changed, that high horse riderless, Though mounted in that saddle Homer rode Where the swan drifts upon a darkening flood.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet. Coole and Ballylee, 1931 (l. 46-48). . . The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats. Richard J. Finneran, ed. (1989) Macmillan.
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I have heard the pigeons of the Seven Woods Make their faint thunder, and the garden bees Hum in the lime-tree flowers; and put away The unavailing outcries and the old bitterness That empty the heart.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "In the Seven Woods."
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I say that Roger Casement Did what he had to do, He died upon the gallows But that is nothing new.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "Roger Casement."
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When cups went round at close of day Is not that how good stories run? The gods were sitting at the board In their great house at Slievenamon. They sang a drowsy song, or snored, For all were full of wine and meat.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Grey Rock."
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If Michael, leader of God's host When Heaven and Hell are met, Looked down on you from Heaven's door-post He would his deeds forget.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Rose of Peace."
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No boughs have withered because of the wintry wind; The boughs have withered because I have told them my dreams.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Withering of the Boughs."
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Eternity is passion, girl or boy Cry at the onset of their sexual joy "For ever and for ever"; then awake Ignorant what Dramatis Personæ spake;
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "VIII. Whence Had They Come?"
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What brought them there so far from their home, Cuchulain that fought night long with the foam, What says the Clock in the Great Clock Tower? Niamh that rode on it; lad and lass That sat so still and played at the chess? What but heroic wantonness?
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "Alternative Song for the Severed Head in 'The King of the Great Clock Tower'...."
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