And that enquiring man John Synge comes next, That dying chose the living world for text And never could have rested in… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
But O, sick children of the world, Of all the many changing things In dreary dancing past us whirled, To the cracked… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Supreme art is a traditional statement of certain heroic and religious truth, passed on from age to age, modified by individual genius,… — 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
One should not lose one's temper unless one is certain of getting more and more angry to the end. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Is it not certain that the Creator yawns in earthquake and thunder and other popular displays, but toils in rounding the delicate… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
It is most important that we should keep in this country a certain leisured class. I am of the opinion of the… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
It's certain that fine women eat A crazy salad with their meat. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
It's certain there are trout somewhere - And maybe I shall take a trout - but I do not seem to care. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
It's certain there is no fine thing Since Adam's fall but needs much laboring. — 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
