Eyes spiritualised by death can judge, I cannot, but I am not content. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
For what but eye and ear silence the mind With the minute particulars of mankind? — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
From our birthday, until we die, Is but the winking of an eye. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
On limestone quarried near the spot By his command these words are cut: Cast a cold eye On life, on death. Horseman,… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Somewhere beyond the curtain Of distorting days Lives that lonely thing That shone before these eyes Targeted, trod like Spring. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
This great purple butterfly, In the prison of my hands, Has a learning in his eye Not a poor fool understands. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye; That's all we shall know for truth Before we… — 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… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round, Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound, Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
The Father and His angelic hierarchy That made the magnitude and glory there Stood in the circuit of a needle's eye. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Wine enters through the mouth, Love, the eyes. I raise the glass to my mouth, I look at you, I sigh. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
It seems that I must bid the Muse to pack, / Choose Plato and Plotinus for a friend / Until imagination, ear… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Come, fix upon me that accusing eye. I thirst for accusation. All that was sung. All that was said in Ireland is… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
One often hears of a horse that shivers with terror, or of a dog that howls at something a mans eyes cannot… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I dreamed that I stood in a valley, and amid sighs, For happy lovers passed two by two where I stood; And… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I knew that I had seen, had seen at last That girl my unremembering nights hold fast Or else my dreams that… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
What shall I do with this absurdity- O heart, O troubled heart-this caricature, Decrepit age that has been tied to me As… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Now as at all times I can see in the mind's eye, In their stiff, painted clothes, the pale unsatisfied ones Appear… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
If I make the lashes dark And the eyes more bright And the lips more scarlet, Or ask if all be right… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
The Mask "Put off that mask of burning gold With emerald eyes." "O no, my dear, you make so bold To find… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
The chief imagination of Christendom, Dante Alighieri, so utterly found himself That he has made that hollow face of his More plain… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Never to have lived is best, ancient writers say. Never to have drawn the breath of life, never to have looked into… — 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
For how can you compete Being honour bred, with one Who, were it proved he lies, Were neither shamed in his own… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
And many a poor man that has roved Loved and thought himself beloved From a glad kindness cannot take his eyes. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I would that I were an old beggar Rolling a blind pearl eye, For he cannot see my lady Go gallivanting by. — 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 you are in your shining days, Voices among the crowd And new friends busy with your praise, Be not unkind or… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Processions that lack high stilts have nothing that catches the eye. What if my great-granddad had a pair that were twenty foot… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
The Danaan children laugh, in cradles of wrought gold, And clap their hands together, and half close their eyes, For they 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
