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William Butler Yeats quotes

Irish Poet June 13, 1865 – January 28, 1939

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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 olden dances, Mingling hands and mingling glances. Till the moon has taken flight; To and fro we leap. And chase the frothy bubbles, While the world is full of troubles. And is anxious in its sleep. . . . William Butler Yeats
William Butler Yeats quote: "I kiss you and kiss you, With arms around my own, Ah, how..."
I kiss you and kiss you, With arms around my own, Ah, how shall I miss you, When, dear, you have grown. William Butler Yeats
Though I am old with wanderingThrough hollow lands and hilly lands,I will find out where she has gone,And kiss her lips and take her hands;And walk among long dappled grass,And pluck till time and times are doneThe silver apples of the moon,The golden apples of the sun. William Butler Yeats
William Butler Yeats quote: "A man awaits his end. Dreading and hoping all; Many times he..."
A man awaits his end. Dreading and hoping all; Many times he died, Many times rose again William Butler Yeats
The years like great black oxen tread the world, and God, the herdsman goads them on behind, and I am broken by their passing feet. William Butler Yeats
William Butler Yeats quote: "The blessed spirits must be sought within the self which is..."
The blessed spirits must be sought within the self which is common to all William Butler Yeats
Once out of nature I shall never take. My bodily form from any natural thing, But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make. Of hammered gold and gold enamelling. To keep a drowsy Emperor awake; Or set upon a golden bough to sing. To lords and ladies of Byzantium. Of what is past, or passing, or to come. William Butler Yeats
William Butler Yeats quote: "Education is not filling a bucket, but lighting a fire."
Education is not filling a bucket, but lighting a fire. William Butler Yeats
William Butler Yeats quote: "Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a..."
Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire. William Butler Yeats
O SWEET everlasting Voices, be still; Go to the guards of the heavenly fold And bid them wander obeying your will, Flame under flame, till Time be no more; Have you not heard that our hearts are old, That you call in birds, in wind on the hill, In shaken boughs, in tide on the shore? O sweet everlasting Voices, be still. William Butler Yeats
William Butler Yeats quote: "I will arise and go now, for always night and day I hear lake..."
I will arise and go now, for always night and day I hear lake water lapping...I hear it in the deep heart's core. William Butler Yeats
Out of Ireland have we come, great hatred, little room, maimed us at the start. I carry from my mother's womb a fanatic heart. William Butler Yeats
In tombs of gold and lapis lazuli. Bodies of holy men and women exude. Miraculous oil, odour of violet. But under heavy loads of trampled clay. Lie bodies of the vampires full of blood; Their shrouds are bloody and their lips are wet("Oil and Blood") William Butler Yeats
If I make the lashes dark. And the eyes more bright. And the lips more scarlet, Or ask if all be right. From mirror after mirror, No vanity's displayed: I'm looking for the face I had. Before the world was made. William Butler Yeats
... Those masterful images because complete Grew in pure mind, but out of what began? A mound of refuse or the sweepings of a street, Old kettles, old bottles, and a broken can, Old iron, old bones, old rags, that raving slut Who keeps the till. Now that my ladder's gone, I must lie down where all the ladders start In the foul rag and bone shop of the heart. William Butler Yeats

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