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 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
I heard the old, old, men say 'all that's beautiful drifts away, like the waters.' — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
How can the arts overcome the slow dying of men's hearts that we call progress ? — 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
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
The worst thing about some men is that when they are not drunk they are sober. — 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
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
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
Evil comes to us men of imagination wearing as its mask all the virtues. — 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
God guard me from those thoughts men think In the mind alone. — 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
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
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
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
For Death who takes what man would keep, Leaves what man would lose. — 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
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
I--though heart might find relief Did I become a Christian man and choose for my belief What seems most welcome in the… — 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
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
