Lionel Johnson comes the first to mind, That loved his learning better than mankind, Though courteous to the worst; much falling he… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
The Mask "Put off that mask of burning gold With emerald eyes." "O no, my dear, you make so bold To find… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Come let us mock at the great That had such burdens on the mind And toiled so hard and late To leave… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Why should I seek for love or study it? It is of God and passes human wit; I study hatred with great… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I summon to the winding ancient stair; Set all your mind upon the steep ascent — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
The chief imagination of Christendom, Dante Alighieri, so utterly found himself That he has made that hollow face of his More plain… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
If there's no hatred in a mind Assault and battery of the wind Can never tear the linnet from the leaf — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
And there's a score of duchesses, surpassing womankind, Or who have found a painter to make them so for pay And smooth… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I can exchange opinion with any neighbouring mind, I have as healthy flesh and blood as any rhymer's had, But O! my… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I balanced all, brought all to mind, the years to come seemed waste of breath, a waste of breath the years behind,… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
In life courtesy and self-possession, and in the arts style, are the sensible impressions of the free mind, for both arise out… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
All empty souls tend to extreme opinion. It is only in those who have built up a rich world of memories and… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
We have lit upon the gentle, sensitive mind And lost the old nonchalance of the hand; Whether we have chosen chisel, pen… — 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
God guard me from those thoughts men think In the mind alone. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
My temptation is quiet. Here at life's end Neither loose imagination Nor the mill of the mind Consuming its rag and bone,… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
But bear in mind your lover's wage Is what your looking-glass can show, And that he will turn green with rage At… — 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 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
What if I bade you leave The cavern of the mind? There's better exercise In the sunlight and wind. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Where the world ends The mind is made unchanging, for it finds Miracle, ecstasy, the impossible hope, The flagstone under all, the… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
People who lean on logic and philosophy and rational exposition end by starving the best part of the mind. — 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
There where the course is, Delight makes all of the one mind, The riders upon the galloping horses, The crowd that closes… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
For what but eye and ear silence the mind With the minute particulars of mankind? — 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
