I wonder anybody does anything at Oxford but dream and remember — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
The visible world is no longer a reality and the unseen world no longer a dream. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Life moves out of a red flare of dreams Into a common light of common hours, Until old age brings the red… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I bring you with reverent hands The books of my numberless dreams. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
What portion in the world can the artist have, Who has awakened from the common dream, But dissipation and despair? — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
All dreams of the soul End in a beautiful man's or woman's body. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Take, if you must, this little bag of dreams, Unloose the cord, and they will wrap you round. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
O but we dreamed to mend Whatever mischief seemed To afflict mankind, but now That winds of winter blow Learn that we… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Because of something told under the famished horn Of the hunter's moon, that hung between the night and the day, To dream… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
“When you are old and grey and full of sleep And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read,… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
“It was the dream itself enchanted me: Character isolated by a deed To engross the present and dominate memory. Players and painted… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Who dreamed that beauty passes like a dream? For these red lips, with all their mournful pride, Mournful that no new wonder… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
O cloud-pale eyelids, dream-dimmed eyes, The poets labouring all their days To build a perfect beauty in rhyme Are overthrown by a… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I knew that I had seen, had seen at last That girl my unremembering nights hold fast Or else my dreams that… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I dreamed that I stood in a valley, and amid sighs, For happy lovers passed two by two where I stood; And… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I have observed dreams and visions very carefully, and am now certain that the imagination has some way of lighting on the… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Everything that man esteems Endures a moment or a day. Love's pleasure drives his love away, The painter's brush consumes his dreams. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Nor seek, for this is also sooth, To hunger fiercely after truth, Lest all thy toiling only breeds New dreams, new dreams;… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I rise in the dawn, and I kneel and blow Till the seed of the fire flicker and glow; And then I… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
From dream to dream and rhyme to rhyme I have ranged / In rambling talk with an image of air: / Vague… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I wonder anybody does anything at Oxford but dream and remember, the place is so beautiful. One almost expects the people to… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I would have touched it like a child But knew my finger could but have touched Cold stone and water. I grew wild, Even… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share
You know what the Englishman's idea of compromise is? He says, Some people say there is a God. Some people say there is no… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share
Beloved, let your eyes half close, and your heart beat Over my heart, and your hair fall over my breast, Drowning love's lonely hour… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share
That toil of growing up; The ignominy of boyhood; the distress Of boyhood changing into man; The unfinished man and his pain. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share
I see a schoolboy when I think of him, With face and nose pressed to a sweet-shop window. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share
Only God, my dear, Could love you for yourself alone And not your yellow hair. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share
I know that I shall meet my fate somewhere among the clouds above; those that I fight I do not hate, those that I… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share
Great literature has always been written in a like spirit, and is, indeed, the Forgiveness of Sin, and when we find it becoming the… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share
Where the wave of moonlight glosses The dim gray sands with light, Far off by furthest Rosses We foot it all the night, Weaving… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share
His element is so fine Being sharpened by his death, To drink from the wine-breath While our gross palates drink from the whole wine. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share
We poets would die of loneliness but for women, and we choose our men friends that we may have somebody to talk about women… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share
Love is created and preserved by intellectual analysis, for we love only that which is unique, and it belongs to contemplation, not to action,… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share
Who dreamed that beauty passes like a dream? For these red lips, with all their mournful pride, Mournful that no new wonder may betide,… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share
![“It was the dream itself enchanted me: Character isolated by a deed To engross the present and dominate memory. Players and painted stage took all my love, And not those things that they were emblems of. [from "The Circus Animals' Desertion"]” quote by William Butler Yeats](https://sms4smile.com/q/img-quotes/263/william-butler-yeats-350_dream_it-was-the-dream-itself-enchanted-me-cha_2999794.jpg)
