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
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
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
My curse on plays That have to be set up in fifty ways, On the day's war with every knave and dolt,… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
The true poet is all the time a visionary and whether with friends or not, as much alone as a man on… — 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
Give to these children, new from the world, Rest far from men. Is anything better, anything better? Tell us it then. — 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
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
Hope and Memory have one daughter and her name is Art, and she has built her dwelling far from the desperate field… — 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
One often hears of a horse that shivers with terror, or of a dog that howls at something a mans eyes cannot… — 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
Many times man lives and dies Betweeen his two eternities, That of race and that of soul, And ancient Ireland knew it… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
In the great cities we see so little of the world, we drift into our minority. In the little towns and villages… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
What can books of men that wive In a dragon-guarded land, Paintings of the dolphin-drawn Sea-nymphs in their pearly wagons Do, but… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I have known more men destroyed by the desire to have wife and child and to keep them in comfort than I… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
There is no release In a bodkin or disease, Nor can there be a work so great As that which cleans man's… — 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
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
Because this age and the next age Engender in the ditch, No man can know a happy man From any passing wretch,… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
The intellect of man is forced to choose Perfection of the life, or of the work And if it take the second… — 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
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
“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
Nor law, nor duty bade me fight, Nor public men, nor cheering crowds, A lonely impulse of delight Drove to this tumult… — 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
Those men that in their writings are most wise Own nothing but their blind, stupefied hearts. — 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
I weave the shoes of Sorrow: Soundless shall be the footfall light In all men's ears of Sorrow, Sudden and light. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
A statesman is an easy man, he tells his lies by rote. A journalist invents his lies, and rams them down your… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Test every work of intellect or faith, And everything that your own hands have wrought And call those works extravagance of breath… — 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
Surely among a rich man's flowering lawns, Amid the rustle of his planted hills, Life overflows without ambitious pains; And rains down… — 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
...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
When a man grows old his joy Grows more deep day after day, His empty heart is full at length But he… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
A man in his own secret meditation / Is lost amid the labyrinth that he has made / In art or politics. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Evil comes to us men of imagination wearing as its mask all the virtues. — 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
