. . . you may think I waste my breath Pretending that there can be passion That has more life in it than death — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Cast your mind on other days that we in coming days may be still the indomitable Irishry. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
to be choked with hate May well be of all evil chances chief. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Too long a sacrifice can make a stone of the heart. O when may it suffice? — 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
Some burn damp faggots, others may consume The entire combustible world in one small room. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Great Powers of falling wave and wind and windy fire, With your harmonious choir Encircle her I love and sing her into… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Why should we honour those that die upon the field of battle? A man may show as reckless a courage in entering… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
We poets would die of loneliness but for women, and we choose our men friends that we may have somebody to talk… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Man's life is thought, And he, despite his terror, cannot cease Ravening through century after century, Ravening, raging, and uprooting that he… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Thought is a garment and the soul's a bride That cannot in that trash and tinsel hide: Hatred of God may bring… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I pray-for fashion's word is out And prayer comes round again- That I may seem, though I die old, A foolish, passionate… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Overcome the Empyrean; hurl Heaven and Earth out of their places, That in the same calamity Brother and brother, friend and friend,… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Some burn damp faggots, others may consume The entire combustible world in one small room As though dried straw, and if we… — 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
How can they know Truth flourishes where the student's lamp has shone, And there alone, that have no solitude? So the crowd… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I would that we were, my beloved, white birds on the foam of the sea! We tire of the flame of the… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Mysticism has been in the past and probably ever will be one of the great powers of the world, and it is… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
...Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World! You, too, have come where the dim tides are hurled Upon the wharves… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Who dreamed that beauty passes like a dream? For these red lips, with all their mournful pride, Mournful that no new wonder… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I thought it out this very day, Noon upon the clock, A man may put pretence away Who leans upon a stick,… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
"Chaunt in his ear delusions magical, That he may fight the horses of the sea." The Druids took them to their mystery,… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
We can make our minds so like still water that beings gather about us that they may see, it may be, their… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Though leaves are many, the root is one; Through all the lying days of my youth I swayed my leaves and flowers… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
While Michael Angelo's Sistine roof, His "Morning" and his "Night" disclose How sinew that has been pulled tight, Or it may be… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
A mouth that has no moisture and no breath Breathless mouths may summon; I hail the superhuman; I call it death-in-life and… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
When all is said and done, how do we know but that our own unreason may be better than another's truth? for… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Designs in connection with postage stamps and coinage may be described, I think, as the silent ambassadors on national taste. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
On the grey rock of Cashel I suddenly saw A Sphinx with woman breast and lion paw, A Buddha, hand at rest,… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I cast my heart into my rhymes, That you, in the dim coming times, May know how my heart went with them… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
May we two stand, When we are dead, beyond the setting suns, A little from other shades apart, With mingling hair, and… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
So long as all is ordered for attack, and that alone, leaders will instinctively increase the number of enemies that they may… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Come swish around, my pretty punk, And keep me dancing still That I may stay a sober man Although I drink my… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
A daughter of a King of Ireland, heard A voice singing on a May Eve like this, And followed half awake and… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Had there been no Renaissance and no Italian influence to bring in the stories of other lands English history would, it may… — 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
