William Butler Yeats Quotes

Nor is there singing school but studying Monuments of its own magnificence; And therefore I have sailed the seas and come To the holy city of Byzantium.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet. Sailing to Byzantium (l. 13-16). . . The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats. Richard J. Finneran, ed. (1989) Macmillan.
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Boughs have their fruit and blossom At all times of the year; Rivers are running over With red beer and brown beer.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Happy Townland."
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All think what other people think; All know the man their neighbor knows. Lord, what would they say Did their Catullus walk that way?
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet. The Scholars (l. 9-12). . . The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats. Richard J. Finneran, ed. (1989) Macmillan.
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Grandfather sang it under the gallows: "Hear, gentlemen, ladies, and all mankind: Money is good and a girl might be better, But good strong blows are delights to the mind." There, standing on the cart, He sang it from his heart.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "Three Marching Songs."
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When you are old and gray and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. When You Are Old, st. 1, The Rose (1893).
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For even daughters of the swan can share Something of every paddler's heritage—
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet. Among School Children (l. 20-21). . . The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats. Richard J. Finneran, ed. (1989) Macmillan.
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For certain minutes at the least That crafty demon and that loud beast That plague me day and night Ran out of my sight; Though I had long perned in the gyre, Between my hatred and desire....
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "Demon and Beast."
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I know, although when looks meet I tremble to the bone, The more I leave the door unlatched The sooner love is gone....
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "IV. Crazy Jane and Jack the Journeyman."
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An aged man is but a paltry thing, A tattered coat upon a stick,
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet. Sailing to Byzantium (l. 9-10). . . The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats. Richard J. Finneran, ed. (1989) Macmillan.
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They unhook their heavy swords From golden and silver boughs; But all that are killed in battle Awaken to life again.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Happy Townland."
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