William Butler Yeats Quotes

Beloved, may your sleep be sound That have found it where you fed. What were all the world's alarms To mighty Paris when he found Sleep upon a golden bed That first dawn in Helen's arms?
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "XVI. Lullaby."
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How but in custom and in ceremony Are innocence and beauty born?
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet. A Prayer for My Daughter (l. 77-78). . . The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats. Richard J. Finneran, ed. (1989) Macmillan.
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Never to have lived is best, ancient writers say; Never to have drawn the breath of life, never to have looked into the eye of day; The second best's a gay goodnight and quickly turn away.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "From 'Oedipus at Colonus'...."
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That civilisation may not sink, Its great battle lost,
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet. Long-legged Fly (l. 1-2). . . The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats. Richard J. Finneran, ed. (1989) Macmillan.
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I lay upon my baby; Ye little childer dear, I looked on my cold baby When the morn grew frosty and clear.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Ballad of Moll Magee."
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How can they know Truth flourishes where the student's lamp has shone, And there alone, that have no solitude? So the crowd come they care not what may come. They have loud music, hope every day renewed And heartier loves; that lamp is from the tomb.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Leaders of the Crowd."
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Nor seek, for this is also sooth, To hunger fiercely after truth, Lest all thy toiling only breeds New dreams, new dreams; there is no truth Saving in thine own heart.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Song of the Happy Shepherd."
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"And wisdom is a butterfly And not a gloomy bird of prey...."
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "Tom O'Roughley."
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Sleep, beloved, such a sleep As did that wild Tristram know When, the potion's work being done, Roe could run or doe could leap Under oak and beechen bough, Roe could leap or doe could run....
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "XVI. Lullaby."
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O may she live like some green laurel Rooted in one dear perpetual place.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet. A Prayer for My Daughter (l. 47-48). . . The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats. Richard J. Finneran, ed. (1989) Macmillan.
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