Shakespearean fish swam the sea, far away from land; Romantic fish swam in nets coming to the hand. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
It's certain there are trout somewhere - And maybe I shall take a trout - but I do not seem to care. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Imagining in excited reverie That the future years had come, Dancing to a frenzied drum, Out of the murderous innocence of the… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
When I play on my fiddle in Dooney Folk dance like a wave on the sea. — 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 would that we were, my beloved, white birds on the foam of the sea! We tire of the flame of the… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
For the good are always the merry, / Save by an evil chance,/ And the merry love the fiddle,/ And the merry… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I am haunted by numberless islands, many a Danaan shore, Where Time would surely forget us, and Sorrow come near us no… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
"Chaunt in his ear delusions magical, That he may fight the horses of the sea." The Druids took them to their mystery,… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
...Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World! You, too, have come where the dim tides are hurled Upon the wharves… — 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
That is no country for old men. The young In one another's arms, birds in the trees - Those dying generations-at their song, The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas, Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long Whatever is begotten, born, and dies. Caught in that sensual music all neglect Monuments of unaging intellect. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share
THAT crazed girl improvising her music. Her poetry, dancing upon the shore, Her soul in division from itself Climbing, falling She knew… — 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
