William Butler Yeats Quotes

The mountain throws a shadow, Thin is the moon's horn; What did we remember Under the ragged thorn? Dread has followed longing, And our hearts are torn.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "XII. Love's Loneliness."
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I balanced all, brought all to mind, The years to come seemed waste of breath, A waste of breath the years behind In balance with this life, this death.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. An Irish Airman Foresees His Death, The Wild Swans at Coole (1919). Last lines.
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"Although our love is waning, let us stand By the lone border of the lake once more, Together in that hour of gentleness When the poor tired child, Passion, falls asleep...."
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "Ephemera."
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I have heard that hysterical women say They are sick of the palette and fiddle-bow, Of poets that are always gay,
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet. Lapis Lazuli (l. 1-3). . . The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats. Richard J. Finneran, ed. (1989) Macmillan.
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All-destroying sword-blade still Carried by the wandering fool. Gold-sewn silk on the sword-blade, Beauty and fool together laid.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "Symbols."
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He shall love my soul as though Body were not at all, He shall love your body Untroubled by the soul, Love cram love's two divisions Yet keep his substance whole.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Lady's Second Song."
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What is love itself, Even though it be the lightest of light love, But dreams that hurry from beyond the world To make low laughter more than meat and drink, Though it but set us sighing?
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Shadowy Waters."
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And Guidobaldo, when he made That grammar school of courtesies Where wit and beauty learned their trade Upon Urbino's windy hill, Had sent no runners to and fro That he might learn the shepherds' will.
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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Civilisation is hooped together, brought Under a rule, under the semblance of peace By manifold illusion....
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "XII. Meru."
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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, playwright. An Irish Airman Forsees His Death.
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