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
The world being illusive, one must be deluded in some way if one is to triumph in it. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
While they danced they came over them the weariness with the world, the melancholy, the pity one for the other, which is… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
The night can sweat with terror as before We pieced our thoughts into philosophy, And planned to bring the world under a… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
What portion in the world can the artist have, Who has awakened from the common dream, But dissipation and despair? — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
In the great cities we see so little of the world, we drift into our minority. In the little towns and villages… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand. — 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
And that enquiring man John Synge comes next, That dying chose the living world for text And never could have rested in… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
The years like great black oxen tread the world, and God, the herdsman goads them on behind, and I am broken by… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
But O, sick children of the world, Of all the many changing things In dreary dancing past us whirled, To the cracked… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
What the world's million lips are searching for, must be substantial somewhere. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Give to these children, new from the world, Rest far from men. Is anything better, anything better? Tell us it then. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
One often hears of a horse that shivers with terror, or of a dog that howls at something a mans eyes cannot… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Mysticism has been in the past and probably ever will be one of the great powers of the world, and it is… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Come away, O human child: To the waters and the wild with a fairy, hand in hand, For the world's more full… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
It is love that I am seeking for, But of a beautiful, unheard-of kind That is not in the world. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Some burn damp faggots, others may consume The entire combustible world in one small room. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
And God stands winding His lonely horn, And time and the world are ever in flight. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Some burn damp faggots, others may consume The entire combustible world in one small room As though dried straw, and if we… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Processions that lack high stilts have nothing that catches the eye. What if my great-granddad had a pair that were twenty foot… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
...Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World! You, too, have come where the dim tides are hurled Upon the wharves… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Art bids us touch and taste and hear and see the world, and shrinks from what Blake calls mathematic form, from every… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
...I'm looking for the face I had, before the world was made... — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Come Fairies, take me out of this dull world, for I would ride with you upon the wind and dance upon the… — 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
