“For the good are always the merry, Save by an evil chance, And the merry love the fiddle, And the merry love… — W.B. Yeats Copy Share Image
“Be you still, be you still, trembling heart; Remember the wisdom out of the old days: *Him who trembles before the flame… — W.B. Yeats Copy Share Image
“Before us lies eternity; our souls Are love, and a continual farewell.” — W.B. Yeats Copy Share Image
“...He bade his heart go to her, When the owls called out no more; In a red and quivering garment It sang… — W.B. Yeats Copy Share Image
“We know their dream; enough To know they dreamed and are dead; And what if excess of love Bewildered them till they… — W.B. Yeats Copy Share Image
“ Ephemera Your eyes that once were never weary of mine Are bowed in sorrow under pendulous lids, Because our love is… — W.B. Yeats Copy Share Image
“And no more turn aside and brood Upon love's bitter mystery; For Fergus rules the brazen cars, And rules the shadows of… — W.B. Yeats Copy Share Image
“I was dancing with an immortal august woman, who had black lilies in her hair, and her dreamy gesture seemed laden with… — W.B. Yeats Copy Share Image
“The Mother Of God The threefold terror of love; a fallen flare Through the hollow of an ear; Wings beating about the… — W.B. Yeats Copy Share Image
“I think that a fierce woman's better, a woman That breaks away when you have thought her won, For I'd be fed… — W.B. Yeats Copy Share Image
“. Sometimes, but only for a moment, I saw a faint solitary figure with a Rosa veiled face, and carrying a faint… — W.B. Yeats Copy Share Image
“We sat grown quiet at the name of love; We saw the last embers of daylight die, And in the trembling blue-green… — W.B. Yeats Copy Share Image
“The jester walked in the garden: The garden had fallen still; He bade his soul rise upward And stand on her window-sill.… — W.B. Yeats Copy Share Image
“Their chief occupations are feasting, fighting, and making love, and playing the most beautiful music. They have only one industrious person amongst… — W.B. Yeats Copy Share Image
“The host is rushing 'twixt day and night, And where is there hope or deed as fair? Caoilte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh… — W.B. Yeats Copy Share Image
“For the good are always the merry, Save by an evil chance, And the merry love the fiddle, And the merry love to dance.” — W.B. Yeats Copy Share Image
“I spit upon the dancers painted by Degas. I spit upon their short bodies, their stiff stays, their toes whereupon they spin like peg-tops,… — W.B. Yeats Copy Share Image
“I had fallen into a profound dream-like reverie in which I heard him speaking as at a distance. 'And yet there is no one… — W.B. Yeats Copy Share Image
“Be you still, be you still, trembling heart; Remember the wisdom out of the old days: *Him who trembles before the flame and the… — W.B. Yeats Copy Share Image
“The Nineteenth Century And After Though the great song return no more There's keen delight in what we have: The rattle of pebbles on… — W.B. Yeats Copy Share Image
“What is literature but the expression of moods by the vehicle of symbol and incident? And are there not moods which need heaven, hell,… — W.B. Yeats Copy Share Image
“Its quarrel is not with the past, but with the present, where its elders are so obviously powerful, and no cause seems lost if… — W.B. Yeats Copy Share Image
“On November Eve they are at their gloomiest, for according to the old Gaelic reckoning, this is the first night of winter. This night… — W.B. Yeats Copy Share Image
“... Those masterful images because complete Grew in pure mind, but out of what began? A mound of refuse or the sweepings of a… — W.B. Yeats Copy Share Image
“The portraits, of more historical than artistic interest, had gone; and tapestry, full of the blue and bronze of peacocks, fell over the doors,… — W.B. Yeats Copy Share Image
