1,059 Quotes by William Butler Yeats

Everything that man esteems Endures a moment or a day. Love's pleasure drives his love away, The painter's brush consumes his dreams.

Caught in that sensual music all neglect monuments of unaging intellect

Come swish around, my pretty punk,And keep me dancing stillThat I may stay a sober manAlthough I drink my fill.

There is another world, but it is in this one.

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made; Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honey bee, And live alone in the bee-loud glade. And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings; There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet's wings.

I sat on cushioned otter-skin: My word was law from Ith to Emain, And shook at Invar Amargin The hearts of the world-troubling seamen, And drove tumult and war away....

... What matter, so there is but fire In you, in me?

Because of that great nobleness of hersThe fire that stirs about her, when she stirs,Burns but more clearly.

Our words must seem to be inevitable.