In the great cities we see so little of the world, we drift into our minority. In the little towns and villages… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I have believed the best of every man. And find that to believe is enough to make a bad man show him… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
No man has ever lived that had enough of children's gratitude or woman's love. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I whispered, 'I am too young,' and then, 'I am old enough'; wherefore I threw a penny to find out if I… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
But boys and girls, pale from the imagined love Of solitary beds, knew what they were, That passion could bring character enough… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I WHISPERED, 'I am too young,' And then, 'I am old enough'; Wherefore I threw a penny To find out if I… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I have no question: It is enough, I know what fixed the station Of star and cloud. And knowing all, I cry. . . . — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Oh, Love is the crooked thing, there is nobody wise enough to find out all that is in it, for he will… — 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
