Once more the storm is howling, and half hid Under this cradle-hood and coverlid My child sleeps on. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
The common breeds the common, A lout begets a lout, So when I take on half a score I knock their heads… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
In mockery I have set A powerful emblem up, And sing it rhyme upon rhyme In mockery of a time Half dead… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
The old priest Peter Gilligan Was weary night and day; For half his flock were in their beds, Or under green sods… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I have found nothing half so good / As my long-planned half solitude, / Where I can sit up half the night… — 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
We have lit upon the gentle, sensitive mind And lost the old nonchalance of the hand; Whether we have chosen chisel, pen… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
A tree there is that from its topmost bough Is half all glittering flame and half all green Abounding foliage moistened with… — 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
All the great masters have understood that there cannot be great art without the little limited life of the fable, which is… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
A daughter of a King of Ireland, heard A voice singing on a May Eve like this, And followed half awake and… — 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
