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  • Well, to see rightly is the whole of wisdom, whatever dream be with us.
    (William Butler Yeats)

  • The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.
    (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)

  • Too long a sacrifice can make a stone of the heart. O when may it suffice?
    (William Butler Yeats)

  • An intellectual hatred is the worst, So let her think opinions are accursed. Have I not seen the loveliest woman born Out of the mouth of Plenty's horn, Because of her opinionated mind Barter that horn and every good By quiet natures understood For an old bellows full of angry wind.
    (William Butler Yeats)


  • Does the imagination dwell the most Upon a woman won or a woman lost.
    (William Butler Yeats)

  • Locke sank into a swoon The Garden died God took the spinning-jenny Out of his side.
    (William Butler Yeats)

  • I sigh that kiss you,For I must ownThat I shall miss youWhen you have grown.
    (William Butler Yeats)

  • Farewell -- farewell,For I am weary of the weight of time.
    (William Butler Yeats)

  • Others because you did not keepThat deep-sworn vow have been friends of mineYet always when I look death in the face,When I clamber to the heights of sleep,Or when I grow excited with wine,Suddenly I meet your face.
    (William Butler Yeats)

  • A mermaid found a swimming lad,Picked him for her own,Pressed her body to his body,Laughed and plunging downForgot in cruel happinessThat even lovers drown.
    (William Butler Yeats)

  • The creations of a great writer are little more than the moods and passions of his own heart, given surnames and Christian names, and sent to walk the earth.
    (William Butler Yeats)

  • That dolphin-torn, that gong-tormented sea.
    (William Butler Yeats)

  • 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)

  • Evil comes to all us men of imagination wearing as its mask all the virtues.
    (William Butler Yeats)


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