William Butler Yeats Quotes

Who talks of Plato's spindle; What set it whirling round? Eternity may dwindle, Time is unwound, Dan and Jerry Lout Change their loves about.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "XIV. His Bargain."
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In courtesy I'd have her chiefly learned; Hearts are not had as a gift but hearts are earned By those that are not entirely beautiful;
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet. A Prayer for My Daughter (l. 33-35). . . The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats. Richard J. Finneran, ed. (1989) Macmillan.
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"I heard an old religious man But yesternight declare That he had found a text to prove That only God, my dear, Could love you for yourself alone And not your yellow hair."
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet. For Anne Gregory (l. 13-18). . . The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats. Richard J. Finneran, ed. (1989) Macmillan.
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When have I last looked on The round green eyes and the long wavering bodies Of the dark leopards of the moon? All the wild witches, those most noble ladies, For all their broom-sticks and their tears, Their angry tears, are gone.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "Lines Written in Dejection."
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The old priest Peter Gilligan Was weary night and day; For half his flock were in their beds, Or under green sods lay.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet. The Ballad of Father Gilligan (l. 1-4). . . The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats. Richard J. Finneran, ed. (1989) Macmillan.
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I had a chair at every hearth, When no one turned to see, With 'Look at that old fellow there, 'And who may he be?
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet. The Lamentation of the Old Pensioner (l. 1-4). . . The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats. Richard J. Finneran, ed. (1989) Macmillan.
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a place in the world's core, Where passion grows to be a changeless thing, Like charmèd apples made of chrysoprase, Or chrysoberyl, or beryl, or chrysolite; And there, in juggleries of sight and sense, Become one movement, energy, delight....
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Shadowy Waters."
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Him who trembles before the flame and the flood, And the winds that blow through the starry ways, Let the starry winds and the flame and the flood Cover over and hide, for he has no part With the lonely, majestical multitude.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "To His Heart, Bidding It Have No Fear."
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Come, let me sing into your ear; Those dancing days are gone, All that silk and satin gear; Crouch upon a stone, Wrapping that foul body up In as foul a rag....
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "XIX. Those Dancing Days are Gone."
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Once more the storm is howling, and half hid Under this cradle-hood and coverlid My child sleeps on.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet. A Prayer for My Daughter (l. 1-3). . . The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats. Richard J. Finneran, ed. (1989) Macmillan.
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