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
The old priest Peter Gilligan Was weary night and day; For half his flock were in their beds, Or under green sods… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I will arise and go now, for always night and day I hear lake water lapping...I hear it in the deep heart's… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
In luck or out the toil has left its mark: That old perplexity an empty purse, Or the day's vanity, the night's… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Whatever flames upon the night Man's own resinous heart has fed. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I knew that I had seen, had seen at last That girl my unremembering nights hold fast Or else my dreams that… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
All that I have said and done, Now that I am old and ill, Turns into a question till I lie awake… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
While Michael Angelo's Sistine roof, His "Morning" and his "Night" disclose How sinew that has been pulled tight, Or it may be… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I would that there was nothing in the world But my beloved that night and day had perished, And all that is… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
The unpurged images of day recede; The Emperor's drunken soldiery are abed; Night resonance recedes, night-walkers' song After great cathedral gong. — 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
I have found nothing half so good / As my long-planned half solitude, / Where I can sit up half the night… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
The night can sweat with terror as before We pieced our thoughts into philosophy, And planned to bring the world under a… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of… — 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… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Beloved, gaze in thine own heart, The holy tree is growing there; From joy the holy branches start, And all the trembling… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Let the new faces play what tricks they will In the old rooms; night can outbalance day, Our shadows rove the garden… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Because of something told under the famished horn Of the hunter's moon, that hung between the night and the day, To dream… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Any fool can fight a winning battle, but it needs character to fight a losing one, and that should inspire us; which… — 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
