How can the arts overcome the slow dying of men's hearts that we call progress ? — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I heard the old, old, men say 'all that's beautiful drifts away, like the waters.' — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Evil comes to all us men of imagination wearing as its mask all the virtues. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
For Death who takes what man would keep, Leaves what man would lose. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Whatever flames upon the night Man's own resinous heart has fed. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
The worst thing about some men is that when they are not drunk they are sober. — 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
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
O heart, we are old; The living beauty is for younger men: We cannot pay its tribute of wild tears. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
The brawling of a sparrow in the eaves The brilliant moon and all the milky sky And all that famous harmony of… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I long for truth, and yet I cannot stay from that My better self disowns, For a man's attention Brings such satisfaction… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I am content to live it all again And yet again, if it be life to pitch Into the frog-spawn of a… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
And many a poor man that has roved Loved and thought himself beloved From a glad kindness cannot take his eyes. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
No man, even though he be Shakespeare, can write perfectly when his web is woven of threads that have been spun in… — 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
That is no country for old men. The young In one another's arms, birds in the trees - Those dying generations-at their… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
The things a man has heard and seen are threads of life, and if he pull them carefully from the confused distaff… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Bodies of holy men and women exude Miraculous oil, odour of violet. But under heavy loads of trampled clay Lie bodies of… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
It is not permitted to a man, who takes up pen or chisel, to seek originality, for passion is his only business,… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Many times man lives and dies between his two eternities: that of race and that of Soul... A brief parting from those… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
An age is the reversal of an age: When strangers murdered Emmet, Fitzgerald, Tone, We lived like men that watch a painted… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
As man, as beast, as an ephemeral fly begets, Godhead begets Godhead, For things below are copies, the Great Smaragdine Tablet said.… — 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
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
An Irish Airman foresees his Death I Know that I shall meet my fate Somewhere among the clouds above; Those that I… — 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
No man has ever lived that had enough of children's gratitude or woman's love. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
What man does not understand, he fears; and what he fears, he tends to destroy. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
All dreams of the soul End in a beautiful man's or woman's body. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
God guard me from those thoughts men think In the mind alone. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I have often had the fancy that there is some one Myth for every man, which, if we but knew it, would… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
While man can still his body keep Wine or love drug him to sleep, Waking he thanks the Lord that he Has… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Grant me an old man's frenzy, Myself must I remake Till I am Timon and Lear Or that William Blake Who beat… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
All think what other people think; All know the man their neighbor knows. Lord, what would they say Did their Catullus walk… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
For men were born to pray and save: Romantic Ireland's dead and gone, It's with O'Leary in the grave. — 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
