A speckled cat and a tame hare Eat at my hearthstone And sleep there; And both look up to me alone For… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Once more the storm is howling, and half hid Under this cradle-hood and coverlid My child sleeps on. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
When I clamber to the heights of sleep, Or when I grow excited with wine, suddenly I meet your face. — 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… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
While man can still his body keep Wine or love drug him to sleep, Waking he thanks the Lord that he Has… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Now I know That twenty centuries of stony sleep Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle, And what rough beast, its… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
What were all the world's alarms To mighty Paris when he found Sleep upon a golden bed That first dawn in Helen's… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
now I bring full-flavoured wine out of a barrel found Where seven Ephesian topers slept and never knew When Alexander's empire passed,… — 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
“When you are old and grey and full of sleep And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read,… — 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
