William Butler Yeats Quotes

Where the world ends The mind is made unchanging, for it finds Miracle, ecstasy, the impossible hope, The flagstone under all, the fire of fires, The roots of the world.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Shadowy Waters."
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My dear, my dear, I know More than another What makes your heart beat so; Not even your own mother Can know it as I know, Who broke my heart for her....
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "To a Young Girl."
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I dreamed as in my bed I lay, All night's fathomless wisdom come, That I had shorn my locks away And laid them on Love's lettered tomb: But something bore them out of sight In a great tumult of the air.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "XIII. Her Dream."
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to be choked with hate May well be of all evil chances chief.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet. A Prayer for My Daughter (l. 52-53). . . The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats. Richard J. Finneran, ed. (1989) Macmillan.
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This whole day have I followed in the rocks, And you have changed and flowed from shape to shape, First as a raven on whose ancient wings Scarcely a feather lingered, then you seemed A weasel moving on from stone to stone....
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "Fergus and the Druid."
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Being so caught up, So mastered by the brute blood of the air, Did she put on his knowledge with his power Before the indifferent beak could let her drop?
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet. Leda and the Swan (l. 11-14). . . The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats. Richard J. Finneran, ed. (1989) Macmillan.
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There's no man may look upon her, no man, As when newly grown to be a woman, Tall and noble but with face and bosom Delicate in colour as apple blossom.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Arrow."
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And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings; There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet's wings.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Lake Isle of Innisfree," st. 2.
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I am so tired of being a bachelor I could give all my heart to that Red Moll That had but the one eye.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Shadowy Waters."
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What climbs the stair? Nothing that common women ponder on If you are worth my hope! Neither Content Nor satisfied Conscience, but that great family Some ancient famous authors misrepresent, The Proud Furies each with her torch on high.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "To Dorothy Wellesley."
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