even The bed of love, that in the imagination Had seemed to be the giver of all peace, Is no more than… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Players and painted stage took all my love, And not those things that they were emblems of. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
“To an Isle in the Water Shy one, shy one, Shy one of my heart, She moves in the firelight Pensively apart.… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I WHISPERED, 'I am too young,' And then, 'I am old enough'; Wherefore I threw a penny To find out if I… — 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
“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
“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
...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
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
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
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
A strange thing surely that my Heart, when love had come unsought Upon the Norman upland or in that poplar shade, Should… — William Butler 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… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Things thought too long can be no longer thought, For beauty dies of beauty, worth of worth, And ancient lineaments are blotted… — 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
It seems to me that love, if it is fine, is essentially a discipline. — 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
