All dreams of the soul End in a beautiful man's or woman's body. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Death and life were not Till man made up the whole, Made lock, stock and barrel Out of his bitter soul — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Thought is a garment and the soul's a bride That cannot in that trash and tinsel hide: Hatred of God may bring… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
An aged man is but a paltry thing, a tattered coat upon a stick, unless soul clap its hands and sing, and… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
It takes more courage to dig deep in the dark corners of your own soul and the back alleys of your society… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Every conquering temptation represents a new fund of moral energy. Every trial endured and weathered in the right spirit makes a soul… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I gave what other women gave That stepped out of their clothes But when this soul, its body off Naked to naked… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Many times man lives and dies Betweeen his two eternities, That of race and that of soul, And ancient Ireland knew it… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Some moralist or mythological poet Compares the solitary soul to a swan; I am satisfied with that, Satisfied if a troubled mirror… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
All hatred driven hence, The soul recovers radical innocence And learns at last that it is self-delighting, Self-appeasing, self-affrighting, And that its… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
...How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Labor is blossoming or dancing where The body is not bruised to pleasure soul, Nor beauty born out of its own despair,… — 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
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
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
My soul had found All happiness in its own cause or ground. Godhead on Godhead in sexual spasm begot Godhead. Some shadow… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
The mystical life is the centre of all that I do and all that I think and all that I write. .… — 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
When all is said and done, how do we know but that our own unreason may be better than another's truth? for… — 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
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
