Many ingenious lovely things are gone / That seemed sheer miracle to the multitude... — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
What can be shown? What true love be? All could be known or shown If Time were but gone. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
For men were born to pray and save: Romantic Ireland's dead and gone, It's with O'Leary in the grave. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I know, although when looks meet I tremble to the bone, The more I leave the door unlatched The sooner love is… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
All the wild-witches, those most notable ladies For all their broom-sticks and their tears, Their angry tears, are gone. — 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
Some moralist or mythological poet Compares the solitary soul to a swan; I am satisfied with that, Satisfied if a troubled mirror… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
An age is the reversal of an age: When strangers murdered Emmet, Fitzgerald, Tone, We lived like men that watch a painted… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Some burn damp faggots, others may consume The entire combustible world in one small room As though dried straw, and if we… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Was it for this the wild geese spread The gray wing upon every tide; For this that all that blood was shed,… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
...Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World! You, too, have come where the dim tides are hurled Upon the wharves… — 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
