1,059 Quotes by William Butler Yeats

I cast my heart into my rhymes, That you, in the dim coming times, May know how my heart went with them After the red-rose-bordered hem.

All that could run or leap or swim Whether in wood, water or cloud, Acclaiming, proclaiming, declaiming Him.

While on that old grey stone I sat Under the old wind-broken tree, I knew that One is animate, Mankind inanimate phantasy.

The poor have very few hours in which to enjoy themselves; they must take their pleasure raw; they haven’t the time to cook it.

How could passion run so deep Had I never thought That the crime of being born Blackens all our lot?

BELOVED, gaze in thine own heart, The holy tree is growing there;.

Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World! You, too, have come where the dim tides are hurled. Upon the wharves of sorrow, and heard ring The bell that calls us on; the sweet far thing.

It’s certain that fine women eat A crazy salad with their meat.

Acquaintance; companion; One dear brilliant woman; The best-endowed, the elect, All by their youth undone, All, all, by that inhuman Bitter glory wrecked.