William Butler Yeats Quotes

I had this thought a while ago, "My darling cannot understand What I have done, or what would do In this blind bitter land." And I grew weary of the sun
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "Words."
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Grant me an old man's frenzy. Myself must I remake Till I am Timon and Lear Or that William Blake Who beats upon the wall Till truth obeyed his call....
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "An Acre of Grass."
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our part To murmur name upon name, As a mother names her child When sleep at last has come On limbs that had run wild.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet. Easter 1916 (l. 60-64). . . The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats. Richard J. Finneran, ed. (1989) Macmillan.
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Though Margery is stricken dumb If thrown in Madge's way, We three make up a solitude; For none alive to-day Can know the stories that we know Or say the things we say....
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "IX. The Secrets of the Old."
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I thought of rhyme alone, For rhyme can beat a measure out of trouble And make the daylight sweet once more....
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "Shepherd and Goatherd."
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The host is rushing 'twixt night and day, And where is there hope or deed as fair? Caoilte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling Away, come away.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Hosting of the Sidhe."
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somewhere in sands of the desert A shape with lion body and the head of a man, A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun, Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet. The Second Coming (l. 13-17). . . The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats. Richard J. Finneran, ed. (1989) Macmillan.
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Could that old god rise up again We'd drink a can or two, And out and lay our leadership On country and on town, Throw likely couples into bed And knock the others down.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "Three Songs to the One Burden."
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The sword's a cross; thereon He died: On breast of Mars the goddess sighed.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "X. Conjunctions."
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Nor the tame will, nor timid brain, Nor heavy knitting of the brow Bred that fierce tooth and cleanly limb And threw him up to laugh on the bough; No government appointed him.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "An Appointment."
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