It seems to me that love, if it is fine, is essentially a discipline. — 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
Time can but make it easier to be wise / Though now it seems impossible, and so / All that you need is patience. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I pray-for fashion's word is out And prayer comes round again- That I may seem, though I die old, A foolish, passionate… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
When I think of all the books I have read, and of the wise words I have heard spoken, and of the… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Even when the poet seems most himself . . . he is never the bundle of accident and incoherence that sits down… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
It seems that I must bid the Muse to pack, / Choose Plato and Plotinus for a friend / Until imagination, ear… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
yet it seems Life scarce can cast a fragrance on the wind, Scarce spread a glory to the morning beams, But the… — 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
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
A line will take us hours maybe; / Yet if it does not seem a moment's thought, / Our stitching and unstitching… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Had there been no Renaissance and no Italian influence to bring in the stories of other lands English history would, it may… — 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
