There are no strangers here; Only friends you havent yet met. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven't yet met. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Pale brows, still hands and dim hair, I had a beautiful friend And dreamed that the old despair Would end in love… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Fair and foul are near of kin And fair needs foul," I cried. "My friends are gone, but that's a truth Nor… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
The friends that have I do it wrong Whenever I remake a song, Should know what issue is at stake: It is… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
May God be praised for woman That gives up all her mind, A man may find in no man a friendship of… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Think where man's glory most begins and ends, and say my glory was I had such friends. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Think where mans glory most begins and ends, and say my glory was I had such friends. — 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
We poets would die of loneliness but for women, and we choose our men friends that we may have somebody to talk… — 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
“A Deep Sworn Vow Others because you did not keep That deep-sworn vow have been friends of mine; Yet always when I… — 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
