I know that I shall meet my fate somewhere among the clouds above; those that I fight I do not hate, those… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Why should I seek for love or study it? It is of God and passes human wit; I study hatred with great… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I hate journalists. There is nothing in them but tittering jeering emptiness. They have all made what Dante calls the Great Refusal.… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
“Come near, that no more blinded by man's fate, I find under the boughs of love and hate, In all poor foolish… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
to be choked with hate May well be of all evil chances chief. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I, too, await The hour of thy great wind of love and hate. When shall the stars be blown about the sky,… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
An Irish Airman foresees his Death I Know that I shall meet my fate Somewhere among the clouds above; Those that I… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Those that I fight I do not hate, those that I guard I do not love. — 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
