William Butler Yeats Quotes

All would be well Could we but give us wholly to the dreams, And get into their world that to the sense Is shadow, and not linger wretchedly Among substantial things....
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Shadowy Waters."
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What cared Duke Ercole, that bid His mummers to the market-place, What th' onion-sellers thought or did So that his Plautus set the pace For the Italian comedies?
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "To a Wealthy Man Who Promised a Second Subscription to the Dublin Municipal Gallery If It Were Proved the People Wanted Pictures."
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I broke my heart in two So hard I struck. What matter? for I know That out of rock, Out of a desolate source, Love leaps upon its course.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "XI. His Confidence."
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Those that I fight I do not hate, Those that I guard I do not love;
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet. An Irish Airman Foresees His Death (l. 3-4). . . The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats. Richard J. Finneran, ed. (1989) Macmillan.
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Being mocked by Guido for his lecherous life, Derided and deriding, driven out To climb that stair and eat that bitter bread, He found the unpersuadable justice, he found The most exalted lady loved by a man.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "Ego Dominus Tuus."
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They know that Hamlet and Lear are gay; Gaiety transfiguring all that dread.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet. Lapis Lazuli (l. 16-17). . . The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats. Richard J. Finneran, ed. (1989) Macmillan.
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Swift has sailed into his rest; Savage indignation there Cannot lacerate his breast. Imitate him if you dare, World-besotted traveller....
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "Swift's Epitaph."
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I am in love And that is my shame. What hurts the soul My soul adores, No better than beast Upon all fours.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Lady's First Song."
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We have fallen in the dreams the Ever-living Breathe on the burnished mirror of the world And then smooth out with ivory hands and sigh, And find their laughter sweeter to the taste For that brief sighing.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Shadowy Waters."
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the San Marco Library, Whence turbulent Italy should draw Delight in Art whose end is peace, In logic and in natural law By sucking at the dugs of Greece.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "To a Wealthy Man Who Promised a Second Subscription to the Dublin Municipal Gallery If It Were Proved the People Wanted Pictures."
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