William Butler Yeats Quotes

When my arms wrap you round I press My heart upon the loveliness That has long faded from the world....
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "He Remembers Forgotten Beauty."
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O would that we had met When I had my burning youth! But I grow old among dreams, A weather-worn, marble triton Among the streams.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "Men Improve with the Years."
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Say that the men of the old black tower Though they but feed as the goatherd feeds, Their money spent, their wine gone sour, Lack nothing that a soldier needs, That all are oath-bound men; Those banners come not in.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Black Tower."
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I bade, because the wick and oil are spent And frozen are the channels of the blood....
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Living Beauty."
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The brawling of a sparrow in the eaves, The brilliant moon and all the milky sky, And all that famous harmony of leaves, Had blotted out man's image and his cry.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "The Sorrow of Love."
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Come near; I would, before my time to go, Sing of old Eire and the ancient ways: Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "To the Rose upon the Rood of Time."
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Things out of perfection sail And all their swelling canvas wear....
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "XXIV. Old Tom Again."
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God guard me from those thoughts men think In the mind alone; He that sings a lasting song Thinks in a marrow-bone....
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "A Prayer for Old Age."
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And when you sigh from kiss to kiss I hear white Beauty sighing, too, For hours when all must fade like dew....
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "He Remembers Forgotten Beauty."
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Opinion is not worth a rush; In this altar-piece the knight, Who grips his long spear so to push That dragon through the fading light, Loved the lady; and it's plain The half-dead dragon was her thought....
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "Michael Robartes and the Dancer."
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