William Butler Yeats Quotes

"Whatever stands in field or flood, Bird, beast, fish or man, Mare or stallion, cock or hen, Stands in God's unchanging eye In all the vigour of its blood; In that faith I live or die."
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "XXII. Tom the Lunatic."
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Bid a strong ghost stand at the head That my Michael may sleep sound, Nor cry, not turn in the bed Till his morning meal come round; And may departing twilight keep All dread afar till morning's back....
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "A Prayer for My Son."
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Do you not hear me calling, white deer with no horns? I have been changed to a hound with one red ear; I have been in the Path of Stones and the Wood of Thorns....
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "He Mourns for the Change That Has Come upon Him and His Beloved, and Longs for the End of the World."
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I am worn out with dreams; A weather-worn, marble triton Among the streams; And all day long I look Upon this lady's beauty As though I had found in a book
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "Men Improve with the Years."
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Those banners come to bribe or threaten Or whisper that a man's a fool Who when his own right king's forgotten Cares what king sets up his rule. If he died long ago Why do you dread us so?
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Black Tower."
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I am of a healthy long lived race, and our minds improve with age.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet. Letter, June 24, 1935. The Letters of W.B. Yeats, ed. Allan Wade (1954).
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The quarrel of the sparrows in the eaves, The full round moon and the star-laden sky, And the loud song of the ever-singing leaves, Had hid away earth's old and weary cry.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet. The Sorrow of Love (l. 1-4). . . The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats. Richard J. Finneran, ed. (1989) Macmillan.
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Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days! Come near me, while I sing the ancient ways:
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "To the Rose upon the Rood of Time."
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"The stallion Eternity Mounted the mare of Time, 'Gat the foal of the world."
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "XXIII. Tom at Cruachan."
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You have lacked articulate speech To tell Your simplest want, and known, Wailing upon a woman's knee, All of that worst ignominy Of flesh and bone....
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "A Prayer for My Son."
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