Because this age and the next age Engender in the ditch, No man can know a happy man From any passing wretch,… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Consume my heart away, sick with desire And fastened to a dying animal It knows not what it is, and gather me… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I know of the leafy paths that the witches take Who come with their crowns of pearl and their spindles of wool,… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
All men live in suffering I know as few can know, Whether they take the upper road Or stay content on the… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I cast my heart into my rhymes, That you, in the dim coming times, May know how my heart went with them… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
O heart! O heart! if she'd but turn her head You'd know the folly of being comforted. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I have no question: It is enough, I know what fixed the station Of star and cloud. And knowing all, I cry. . . . — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
The friends that have I do it wrong Whenever I remake a song, Should know what issue is at stake: It is… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Through winter-time we call on spring, And through the spring on summer call, And when the abounding hedges ring Declare that winter's… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
When all is said and done, how do we know but that our own unreason may be better than another's truth? for… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I gave what other women gave That stepped out of their clothes But when this soul, its body off Naked to naked… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Florence Farr once said to me, If we could say to ourselves, with sincerity, 'this passing moment is as good as any… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
The Bishop has a skin, God knows, Wrinkled like the foot of a goose, (All find safety in the tomb.) Nor can… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Now I know That twenty centuries of stony sleep Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle, And what rough beast, its… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I have observed dreams and visions very carefully, and am now certain that the imagination has some way of lighting on the… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Even the wisest man grows tense With some sort of violence Before he can accomplish fate, Know his work or choose his… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
All think what other people think; All know the man their neighbor knows. Lord, what would they say Did their Catullus walk… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I broke my heart in two So hard I struck. What matter? for I know That out of rock, Out of a… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I have drunk ale from the Country of the Young / And weep because I know all things now. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I know, although when looks meet I tremble to the bone, The more I leave the door unlatched The sooner love is… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Yet they that know all things but know That all this life can give us is A child's laughter, a woman's kiss. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Labor is blossoming or dancing where The body is not bruised to pleasure soul, Nor beauty born out of its own despair,… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
How can they know Truth flourishes where the student's lamp has shone, And there alone, that have no solitude? So the crowd… — 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
