Man is in love and loves what vanishes, What more is there to say? — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
From our birthday, until we die, Is but the winking of an eye. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Hope and Memory have one daughter and her name is Art, and she has built her dwelling far from the desperate field… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I agree about Shaw - he is haunted by the mystery he flouts. He is an atheist who trembles in the haunted… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
If what I say resonates with you, it's merely because we're branches of the same tree. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
If a poet interprets a poem of his own he limits its suggestibility. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
O what fine thought we had because we thought that the worst rogues and rascals had died out. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Some burn damp faggots, others may consume The entire combustible world in one small room. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
It seems to me that love, if fine, is essentially a discipline. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
We are closed in, and the key is turned / On our uncertainty... — 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
