The women take so little stock In what I do or say They'd sooner leave their cosseting To hear a jackass bray. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Shakespeare cared little for the State, the source of all our judgments, apart from its shows and splendours, its turmoils and battles,… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
God spreads the heavens above us like great wings, And gives a little round of deeds and days. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
May we two stand, When we are dead, beyond the setting suns, A little from other shades apart, With mingling hair, and… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Gaze no more in the bitter glass The demons, with their subtle guile, Lift up before us when they pass, Or only… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
All the great masters have understood that there cannot be great art without the little limited life of the fable, which is… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Let the minor genius go his light way and enjoy his life - the great nature cannot so live, he is never… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
In the great cities we see so little of the world, we drift into our minority. In the little towns and villages… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Down by the salley gardens my love and I did meet; She passed the salley gardens with little snow-white feet. She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree; But I, being young and foolish, with her did not agree. In a field by the river my love and I did stand, And on my leaning… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share
Why should I blame her that she filled my days With misery, or that she would of late Have taught to ignorant… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I had still the ambition, formed in Sligo in my teens, of living in imitation of Thoreau on Innisfree, a little island… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
...Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World! You, too, have come where the dim tides are hurled Upon the wharves… — 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
