Ecstasy is from the contemplation of things vaster than the individual and imperfectly seen perhaps, by all those that still live. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Come swish around, my pretty punk, And keep me dancing still That I may stay a sober man Although I drink my… — 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
O sweet everlasting Voices, be still; Go to the guards of the heavenly fold And bid them wander obeying your will, Flame… — 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
For those that love the world serve it in action, Grow rich, popular, and full of influence; And should they paint or… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
We can make our minds so like still water that beings gather about us that they may see, it may be, their… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Pale brows, still hands and dim hair, I had a beautiful friend And dreamed that the old despair Would end in love… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I have observed dreams and visions very carefully, and am now certain that the imagination has some way of lighting on the… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I had still the ambition, formed in Sligo in my teens, of living in imitation of Thoreau on Innisfree, a little island… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
A daughter of a King of Ireland, heard A voice singing on a May Eve like this, And followed half awake and… — 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
