Everything that's lovely is But a brief, dreamy kind of delight. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Joy is of the will which labours, which overcomes obstacles, which knows triumph. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Being Irish, he had an abiding sense of tragedy, which sustained him through temporary periods of joy. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Land of Heart's Desire Where beauty has no ebb, decay no flood, But joy is wisdom, time an endless song. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Though logic-choppers rule the town, And every man and maid and boy Has marked a distant object down, An aimless joy is… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
The fascination of what's difficult Has dried the sap out of my veins, and rent Spontaneous joy and natural content Out of… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
And if joy were not on the earth, There were an end of change and birth, And Earth and Heaven and Hell… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Endure what life God gives and ask no longer span; Cease to remember the delights of youth, travel-wearied aged man; Delight becomes… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
When a man grows old his joy Grows more deep day after day, His empty heart is full at length But he… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Beloved, gaze in thine own heart, The holy tree is growing there; From joy the holy branches start, And all the trembling… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
“BELOVED, gaze in thine own heart, The holy tree is growing there; From joy the holy branches start, And all the trembling… — 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
