Hours Quotes by William Butler Yeats

12 Hours quotes by William Butler Yeats

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William Butler Yeats treated each hour as a portal to mythic depth. These twelve reflections reveal his haunting, symbolic voice, giving readers a compact taste of his timeless contemplation.

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Life moves out of a red flare of dreams Into a common light of common hours, Until old age brings the red…

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And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches toward Bethlehem to be born?

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The poor have very few hours in which to enjoy themselves; they must take their pleasure raw; they haven't the time to…

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I have mummy truths to tell Whereat the living mock, Though not for sober ear, For maybe all that hear Should laugh…

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I, too, await The hour of thy great wind of love and hate. When shall the stars be blown about the sky,…

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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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A line will take us hours maybe; Yet if it does not seem a moment's thought, our stitching and unstitching has been…

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And when you sigh from kiss to kiss I hear white Beauty sighing, too, For hours when all must fade like dew.

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Now I know That twenty centuries of stony sleep Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle, And what rough beast, its…

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A line will take us hours maybe; / Yet if it does not seem a moment's thought, / Our stitching and unstitching…

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To sit beside the board and drink good wine And watch the turf smoke coiling from the fire And feel content and…

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Although our love is waning, let us stand by the lone border of the lake once more, together in that hour of…

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Time can but make her beauty over again.

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I would have touched it like a child But knew my finger could but have touched Cold stone and water. I grew wild, Even…

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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…

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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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