I would that there was nothing in the world But my beloved that night and day had perished, And all that is… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Much did I rage when young, Being by the world oppressed, But now with flattering tongue It speeds the parting guest. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
The only business of the head in the world is to bow a ceaseless obeisance to the heart. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
If I make the lashes dark And the eyes more bright And the lips more scarlet, Or ask if all be right… — 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
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
“Faeries, come take me out of this dull world, For I would ride with you upon the wind, Run on the top… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
A sea captain when he stands upon the bridge, or looks out from his deck-house, thinks much about God and about the… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
For to articulate sweet sounds together Is to work harder than all these, and yet Be thought an idler by the noisy… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Whence had they come The hand and lash that beat down frigid Rome? What sacred drama through her body heaved When world-transforming… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Because the priest must have like every dog his day Or keep us all awake with baying at the moon, We and… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
If a powerful and benevolent spirit has shaped the destiny of this world, we can better discover that destiny from the words… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
All the great masters have understood that there cannot be great art without the little limited life of the fable, which is… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
The visible world is no longer a reality and the unseen world no longer a dream. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
All art is in the last analysis an endeavor to condense as out of the flying vapor of the world an image… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Where the world ends The mind is made unchanging, for it finds Miracle, ecstasy, the impossible hope, The flagstone under all, the… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, the blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere the ceremony of innocence is drowned. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I sat on cushioned otter-skin: My word was law from Ith to Emain, And shook at Invar Amargin The hearts of the… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
What were all the world's alarms To mighty Paris when he found Sleep upon a golden bed That first dawn in Helen's… — 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
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
