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
Wine enters through the mouth, Love, the eyes. I raise the glass to my mouth, I look at you, I sigh. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
The light of lights looks always on the motive, not the deed, the shadow of shadows on the deed alone. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I had a chair at every hearth, When no one turned to see, With 'Look at that old fellow there, 'And who… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
A speckled cat and a tame hare Eat at my hearthstone And sleep there; And both look up to me alone For… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
A sea captain when he stands upon the bridge, or looks out from his deck-house, thinks much about God and about the… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Life is a journey up a spiral staircase; as we grow older we cover the ground covered we have covered before, only… — 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
