The women that I picked spoke sweet and low And yet gave tongue. "Hound voices" were they all. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
The women take so little stock In what I do or say They'd sooner leave their cosseting To hear a jackass bray. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Though pedantry denies, It's plain the Bible means That Solomon grew wise While talking with his queens. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
May God be praised for woman That gives up all her mind, A man may find in no man a friendship of… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
To be born woman is to know - although they do not speak of it at school - women must labor to… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
It's certain that fine women eat A crazy salad with their meat. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
O cloud-pale eyelids, dream-dimmed eyes, The poets labouring all their days To build a perfect beauty in rhyme Are overthrown by a… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Though I have many words, What woman's satisfied, I am no longer faint Because at her side? O who could have foretold… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Because of something told under the famished horn Of the hunter's moon, that hung between the night and the day, To dream… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
We poets would die of loneliness but for women, and we choose our men friends that we may have somebody to talk… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Women are hard and proud and stubborn-hearted, Their heads being turned with praise and flattery; And that is why their lovers are… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
And there's a score of duchesses, surpassing womankind, Or who have found a painter to make them so for pay And smooth… — 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
