for never yet Has lover lived, but longed to wive Like them that are no more alive. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I would that I were an old beggar Rolling a blind pearl eye, For he cannot see my lady Go gallivanting by. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
All through the years of our youth Neither could have known Their own thought from the other's, We were so much at… — 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
But bear in mind your lover's wage Is what your looking-glass can show, And that he will turn green with rage At… — 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
Do you not hear me calling, white deer with no horns? I have been changed to a hound with one red ear;… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Women are hard and proud and stubborn-hearted, Their heads being turned with praise and flattery; And that is why their lovers are… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I would that there was nothing in the world But my beloved that night and day had perished, And all that is… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I dreamed that I stood in a valley, and amid sighs, For happy lovers passed two by two where I stood; And… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
You ask what I have found and far and wide I go, Nothing but Cromwell's house and Cromwell's murderous crew, The lovers… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Speech after long silence; it is right, All other lovers being estranged or dead . . . That we descant and yet… — 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
