Half Quotes by William Butler Yeats

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William Butler Yeats treats “half” with lyrical melancholy. Across twelve verses, his poetic voice weaves myth and emotion, hinting at the yearning that lies in what’s only partially realized.

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The common breeds the common, A lout begets a lout, So when I take on half a score I knock their heads…

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We have lit upon the gentle, sensitive mind And lost the old nonchalance of the hand; Whether we have chosen chisel, pen…

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I have found nothing half so good / As my long-planned half solitude, / Where I can sit up half the night…

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Beloved, let your eyes half close, and your heart beat Over my heart, and your hair fall over my breast, Drowning love's…

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In mockery I have set A powerful emblem up, And sing it rhyme upon rhyme In mockery of a time Half dead…

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The old priest Peter Gilligan Was weary night and day; For half his flock were in their beds, Or under green sods…

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Once more the storm is howling, and half hid Under this cradle-hood and coverlid My child sleeps on.

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The Danaan children laugh, in cradles of wrought gold, And clap their hands together, and half close their eyes, For they will…

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A tree there is that from its topmost bough Is half all glittering flame and half all green Abounding foliage moistened with…

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All the great masters have understood that there cannot be great art without the little limited life of the fable, which is…

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Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of…

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A daughter of a King of Ireland, heard A voice singing on a May Eve like this, And followed half awake and…

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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…

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That toil of growing up; The ignominy of boyhood; the distress Of boyhood changing into man; The unfinished man and his pain.

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I see a schoolboy when I think of him, With face and nose pressed to a sweet-shop window.

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Only God, my dear, Could love you for yourself alone And not your yellow hair.

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We can only begin to live when we conceive life as Tragedy.

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I know that I shall meet my fate somewhere among the clouds above; those that I fight I do not hate, those that I…

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Great literature has always been written in a like spirit, and is, indeed, the Forgiveness of Sin, and when we find it becoming the…

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Where the wave of moonlight glosses The dim gray sands with light, Far off by furthest Rosses We foot it all the night, Weaving…

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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.

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We poets would die of loneliness but for women, and we choose our men friends that we may have somebody to talk about women…

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Love is created and preserved by intellectual analysis, for we love only that which is unique, and it belongs to contemplation, not to action,…

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Who dreamed that beauty passes like a dream? For these red lips, with all their mournful pride, Mournful that no new wonder may betide,…

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