O heart, we are old; The living beauty is for younger men: We cannot pay its tribute of wild tears. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I thought it out this very day, Noon upon the clock, A man may put pretence away Who leans upon a stick,… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Nor bird nor beast Could make me wish for anything this day, Being old, but that the old alone might die, And… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
“How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true; But one man loved the… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I have nothing but the embittered sun; Banished heroic mother moon and vanished, And now that I have come to fifty years… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
When a man grows old his joy Grows more deep day after day, His empty heart is full at length But he… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I thought no more was needed Youth to prolong Than dumb-bell and foil To keep the body young. O who could have… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
The hare grows old as she plays in the sun And gazes around her with eyes of brightness; Before the swift things… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Though I have many words, What woman's satisfied, I am no longer faint Because at her side? O who could have foretold… — 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
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
I see a schoolboy when I think of him, With face and nose pressed to a sweet-shop window. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Only God, my dear, Could love you for yourself alone And not your yellow hair. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
