Tis the eternal law, That first in beauty should be first in might. — 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
Things thought too long can be no longer thought, For beauty dies of beauty, worth of worth, And ancient lineaments are blotted… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
And God would bid His warfare cease, Saying all things were well; And softly make a rosy peace, A peace of Heaven… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
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
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
It is love that I am seeking for, But of a beautiful, unheard-of kind That is not in the world. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
If Michael, leader of God's host When Heaven and Hell are met, Looked down on you from Heaven's door-post He would his… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Earth in beauty dressed Awaits returning spring. All true love must die, Alter at the best Into some lesser thing. Prove that… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Some moralist or mythological poet Compares the solitary soul to a swan; I am satisfied with that, Satisfied if a troubled mirror… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
That beautiful mild woman for whose sake There's many a one shall find out all heartache On finding that her voice is… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
“Labor is blossoming or dancing where The body is not bruised to pleasure soul Nor beauty born out of its own despair,… — 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
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
“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
Because this age and the next age Engender in the ditch, No man can know a happy man From any passing wretch,… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
And there's a score of duchesses, surpassing womankind, Or who have found a painter to make them so for pay And smooth… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Labor is blossoming or dancing where The body is not bruised to pleasure soul, Nor beauty born out of its own despair,… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
...Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World! You, too, have come where the dim tides are hurled Upon the wharves… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
“THE ROSE OF THE WORLD WHO dreamed that beauty passes like a dream? For these red lips, with all their mournful pride,… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I believe when I am in the mood that all nature is full of people whom we cannot see, and that some… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
But bear in mind your lover's wage Is what your looking-glass can show, And that he will turn green with rage At… — 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
For such, Being made beautiful overmuch, Consider beauty a sufficient end, Lose natural kindness and maybe The heart-revealing intimacy That chooses right,… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Land of Heart's Desire Where beauty has no ebb, decay no flood, But joy is wisdom, time an endless song. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
He only can create the greatest imaginable beauty who has endured all imaginable pangs, for only when we have seen and foreseen… — 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
