William Butler Yeats Quotes

their eyes still fixed, hoping to find once more, Being by Calvary's turbulence unsatisfied, The uncontrollable mystery on the bestial floor.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet. The Magi (l. 6-8). . . The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats. Richard J. Finneran, ed. (1989) Macmillan.
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But when his horse had put its hoof Into a rabbit hole He dropped upon his head and died. His lady saw it all And dropped and died thereon, for she Loved him with her soul.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Three Bushes."
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By his command these words are cut: Cast a cold eye On life, on death. Horseman, pass by!
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet. Under Ben Bulben (l. 91-94). . . The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats. Richard J. Finneran, ed. (1989) Macmillan.
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Designs in connection with postage stamps and coinage may be described, I think, as the silent ambassadors on national taste.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. Speech, March 3, 1926, to the Seanad Eireann, the Irish Senate, on the coinage bill.
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She might, so noble from head To great shapely knees The long flowing line, Have walked to the altar Through the holy images At Pallas Athena's side....
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "A Thought from Propertius."
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There'll be that crowd, that barbarous crowd, through all the centuries, And who can say but some young belle may walk and talk men wild Who is my beauty's equal, though that my heart denies, But not the exact likeness, the simplicity of a child, And that proud look as though she had gazed into the burning sun....
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "His Phoenix."
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Violence upon the roads: violence of horses; Some few have handsome riders, are garlanded On delicate sensitive ear or tossing mane, But wearied running round and round in their courses All break and vanish, and evil gathers head: Herodias' daughters have returned again.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "Nineteen Hundred and Nineteen."
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What can I but enumerate old themes?
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet. The Circus Animals' Desertion (l. 9). . . The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats. Richard J. Finneran, ed. (1989) Macmillan.
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But when a man poured fish into a pile, It seemed they raised their little silver heads, And sang
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet. The Man Who Dreamed of Faeryland (l. 5-7). . . The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats. Richard J. Finneran, ed. (1989) Macmillan.
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"Have no lit candles in your room," That love lady said, "That I at midnight by the clock May creep into your bed, For if I saw myself creep in I think I should drop dead." O my dear, O my dear.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Three Bushes."
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