Whatever flames upon the night Man's own resinous heart has fed. — 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
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
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
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
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
All men live in suffering I know as few can know, Whether they take the upper road Or stay content on the… — 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
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
Evil comes to all us men of imagination wearing as its mask all the virtues. — 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
A living man is blind and drinks his drop. What matter if the ditches are impure? What matter if I live it… — 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? Yet here's a… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Death and life were not Till man made up the whole, Made lock, stock and barrel Out of his bitter soul — 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
We must not make a false faith by hiding from our thoughts the causes of doubt, for faith is the highest achievement… — 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
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
All dreams of the soul End in a beautiful man's or woman's body. — 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
What man does not understand, he fears; and what he fears, he tends to destroy. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Between extremities Man runs his course; A brand, or flaming breath, Comes to destroy All those antinomies Of day and night. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I believe when I am in the mood that all nature is full of people whom we cannot see, and that some… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Endure what life God gives and ask no longer span; Cease to remember the delights of youth, travel-wearied aged man; Delight becomes… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Before me floats an image, man or shade, / Shade more than man, more image than a shade... — 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
