All through the years of our youth Neither could have known Their own thought from the other's, We were so much at… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Things said or done long years ago Or things I did not do or say But thought that I might say or… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Imagining in excited reverie That the future years had come, Dancing to a frenzied drum, Out of the murderous innocence of the… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I have nothing but the embittered sun; Banished heroic mother moon and vanished, And now that I have come to fifty years… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Boughs have their fruit and blossom At all times of the year; Rivers are running over With red beer and brown beer. — 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
I balanced all, brought all to mind, the years to come seemed waste of breath, a waste of breath the years behind,… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
An Irish Airman foresees his Death I Know that I shall meet my fate Somewhere among the clouds above; Those that I… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Now as to magic. It is surely absurd to hold me "weak" or otherwise because I choose to persist in a study… — 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
