William Butler Yeats Quotes

Where are now the warring kings, Word be-mockers? By the Rood Where are now the warring kings? An idle word is now their glory, By the stammering schoolboy said....
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Song of the Happy Shepherd."
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For the elemental creatures go About my table to and fro, That hurry from unmeasured mind To rant and rage in flood and wind....
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "To Ireland in the Coming Times."
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Sang a bone upon the shore; "A child found all a child can lack, Whether of pleasure or of rest, Upon the abundance of my breast": A bone wave-whitened and dried in the wind.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "XV. Three Things."
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And may her bridegroom bring her to a house Where all's accustomed, ceremonious;
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet. A Prayer for My Daughter (l. 73-74). . . The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats. Richard J. Finneran, ed. (1989) Macmillan.
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Endure what life God gives and ask no longer span; Cease to remember the delights of youth, travel-wearied aged man; Delight becomes death-longing if all longing else be vain.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "From 'Oedipus at Colonus'...."
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Shut the door of the Pope's chapel, Keep those children out.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet. Long-legged Fly (l. 23-24). . . The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats. Richard J. Finneran, ed. (1989) Macmillan.
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Come round me, little childer; There, don't fling stones at me Because I mutter as I go; But pity Moll Magee.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Ballad of Moll Magee."
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The land of faery Where nobody gets old and godly and grave, Where nobody gets old and crafty and wise, Where nobody gets old and bitter of tongue.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. The Land of Heart's Desire (1894).
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But O, sick children of the world, Of all the many changing things In dreary dancing past us whirled, To the cracked tune that Chronos sings, Words alone are certain good.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Song of the Happy Shepherd."
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I cast my heart into my rhymes, That you, in the dim coming times, May know how my heart went with them After the red-rose-bordered hem.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "To Ireland in the Coming Times."
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