Sweet Quotes by William Butler Yeats

12 Sweet quotes by William Butler Yeats

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Yeats isn’t usually linked with sugary sentiment, yet these twelve pieces reveal a softer undercurrent in his work. The selection offers a quick look at how his mythic imagination can also linger on gentle, tender images.

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I thought of rhyme alone, For rhyme can beat a measure out of trouble And make the daylight sweet once more.

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I see a schoolboy when I think of him, With face and nose pressed to a sweet-shop window.

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O sweet everlasting Voices, be still; Go to the guards of the heavenly fold And bid them wander obeying your will, Flame…

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The women that I picked spoke sweet and low And yet gave tongue. "Hound voices" were they all.

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For to articulate sweet sounds together Is to work harder than all these, and yet Be thought an idler by the noisy…

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When all is said and done, how do we know but that our own unreason may be better than another's truth? for…

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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…

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That beautiful mild woman for whose sake There's many a one shall find out all heartache On finding that her voice is…

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A line will take us hours maybe; / Yet if it does not seem a moment's thought, / Our stitching and unstitching…

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Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World! You, too, have come where the dim tides are hurled. Upon the wharves…

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...Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World! You, too, have come where the dim tides are hurled Upon the wharves…

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“ROSE of all Roses, Rose of all the World! The tall thought-woven sails, that flap unfurled Above the tide of hours, trouble…

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Time can but make her beauty over again.

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I would have touched it like a child But knew my finger could but have touched Cold stone and water. I grew wild, Even…

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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…

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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…

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That toil of growing up; The ignominy of boyhood; the distress Of boyhood changing into man; The unfinished man and his pain.

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I see a schoolboy when I think of him, With face and nose pressed to a sweet-shop window.

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Only God, my dear, Could love you for yourself alone And not your yellow hair.

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We can only begin to live when we conceive life as Tragedy.

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I know that I shall meet my fate somewhere among the clouds above; those that I fight I do not hate, those that I…

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Great literature has always been written in a like spirit, and is, indeed, the Forgiveness of Sin, and when we find it becoming the…

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Where the wave of moonlight glosses The dim gray sands with light, Far off by furthest Rosses We foot it all the night, Weaving…

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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.

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We poets would die of loneliness but for women, and we choose our men friends that we may have somebody to talk about women…

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Love is created and preserved by intellectual analysis, for we love only that which is unique, and it belongs to contemplation, not to action,…

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Who dreamed that beauty passes like a dream? For these red lips, with all their mournful pride, Mournful that no new wonder may betide,…

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