Those images that yet Fresh images beget, That dolphin-torn, that gong-tormented sea. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
What if the Church and the State Are the mob that howls at thedoor! Wine shall run thick to the end, Bread… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Should some limb of the devil Destroy the view by cutting down an ash That shades the road, or setting up a… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
... But a coarse old man am I, I choose the second-best, I forget it all awhile Upon a woman's breast. Day-break… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I would find by the edge of that water The collar-bone of a hare Worn thin by the lapping of water, And… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
They set up a noise like crickets, A chattering wise and sweet, And her hair was a folded flower And the quiet… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I have cap and bells,' he pondered, 'I will send them to her and die'; And when the morning whitened He left… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
But nothing satisfied the fool But my dear Mary Moore, None other knows what pleasures man At table or in bed. What… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
All that we did, all that we said or sang Must come from contact with the soil, from that Contact everything Antaeus-like… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
What brought them there so far from their home, Cuchulain that fought night long with the foam, What says the Clock in… — 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
