Only God, my dear, Could love you for yourself alone And not your yellow hair. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
It is love that I am seeking for, But of a beautiful, unheard-of kind That is not in the world. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Man is in love and loves what vanishes, What more is there to say? — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Those that I fight I do not hate, those that I guard I do not love. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
How can I, that girl standing there, My attention fix On Roman or on Russian Or on Spanish politics? — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Words are always getting conventionalized to some secondary meaning. It is one of the works of poetry to take the truants in… — 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
While they danced they came over them the weariness with the world, the melancholy, the pity one for the other, which is… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
My chair was nearest to the fire In every company That talked of love or politics, Ere Time transfigured me. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I have nothing more to give you than my heart. Spanish saying Hearts are not to be had as a gift hearts… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Oh, Love is the crooked thing, there is nobody wise enough to find out all that is in it, for he will… — 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
It seems to me that love, if fine, is essentially a discipline. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
And learn that the best thing is To change my loves while dancing And pay but a kiss for a kiss. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Pale brows, still hands and dim hair, I had a beautiful friend And dreamed that the old despair Would end in love… — 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
Although our love is waning, let us stand by the lone border of the lake once more, together in that hour of… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Why should the imagination of a man Long past his prime remember things that are Emblematical of love and war? — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Being young you have not known The fool's triumph, nor yet Love lost as soon as won, Nor the best labourer dead… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Sweetheart, do not love too long: I loved long and long, And grew to be out of fashion Like an old song. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
“How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true; But one man loved the… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Everything that man esteems Endures a moment or a day. Love's pleasure drives his love away, The painter's brush consumes his dreams. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
They set up a noise like crickets, A chattering wise and sweet, And her hair was a folded flower And the quiet… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
“Come near, that no more blinded by man's fate, I find under the boughs of love and hate, In all poor foolish… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I, too, await The hour of thy great wind of love and hate. When shall the stars be blown about the sky,… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Love is created and preserved by intellectual analysis, for we love only that which is unique, and it belongs to contemplation, not… — 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… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye; That's all we shall know for truth Before we… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
“Ah, faerics, dancing under the moon, A Druid land, a Druid tune! While still I may, I write for you The love… — 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
