William Butler Yeats Quotes

"Your eyes that once were never weary of mine Are bowed in sorrow under pendulous lids, Because our love is waning."
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "Ephemera."
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There, on the mountain and the sky, On all the tragic scene they stare. One asks for mournful melodies; Accomplished fingers begin to play. Their eyes mid many wrinkles, their eyes, Their ancient, glittering eyes, are gay.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet. Lapis Lazuli (l. 51-56). . . The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats. Richard J. Finneran, ed. (1989) Macmillan.
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She lived in storm and strife, Her soul had such desire For what proud death may bring That it could not endure The common good of life....
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "That the Night Come."
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Soul must learn a love that is Proper to my breast, Limbs a love in common With every noble beast. If soul may look and body touch Which is the more blest?
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Lady's Second Song."
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even The bed of love, that in the imagination Had seemed to be the giver of all peace, Is no more than a wine-cup in the tasting, And as soon finished.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Shadowy Waters."
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I know what wages beauty gives, How hard a life her servant lives, Yet praise the winters gone: There is not a fool can call me friend, And I may dine at journey's end With Landor and with Donne.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "To a Young Beauty."
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Hermits upon Mount Meru or Everest, Caverned in night under the drifted snow, Or where that snow and winter's dreadful blast Beat down upon their naked bodies, know That day brings round the night, that before dawn His glory and his monuments are gone.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "XII. Meru."
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This great purple butterfly, In the prison of my hands, Has a learning in his eye Not a poor fool understands. Once he lived a schoolmaster With a stark, denying look....
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "Another Song of a Fool."
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"Ah, do not mourn," he said, "That we are tired, for other loves await us; Hate on and love through unrepining hours. Before us lies eternity; our souls Are love, and a continual farewell."
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "Ephemera."
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A sudden blow; the great wings beating still Above the staggering girl,
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet. Leda and the Swan (l. 1-2). . . The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats. Richard J. Finneran, ed. (1989) Macmillan.
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