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
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
Everything that's lovely is But a brief, dreamy kind of delight. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
The land of fairy, where nobody gets old and godly and grave, where nobody gets old and crafty and wise, where nobody… — 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
“But I, being poor, have only my dreams. I lay them at your feet. Tread lightly, for you tread on my dreams.” — 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
“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
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
