Quotes by W.B. Yeats, The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats

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How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true; But one man loved the pilgri — W.B. Yeats, The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats
How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true; But one man loved the pilgri — W.B. Yeats, The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats
Before me floats an image, man or shade,Shade more than man, more image than a shade;For Hades' bobbin bound in mummy-cl — W.B. Yeats, The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats
Before me floats an image, man or shade,Shade more than man, more image than a shade;For Hades' bobbin bound in mummy-cl — W.B. Yeats, The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats
Come away, O human child!To the waters and the wildWith a faery, hand in hand,For the world's more full of weeping than — W.B. Yeats, The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats
Come away, O human child!To the waters and the wildWith a faery, hand in hand,For the world's more full of weeping than — W.B. Yeats, The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats
Turning and turning in the widening gyreThe falcon cannot hear the falconer;Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;Me — W.B. Yeats, The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats
Turning and turning in the widening gyreThe falcon cannot hear the falconer;Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;Me — W.B. Yeats, The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats
When you are old and grey and full of sleep And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream o — W.B. Yeats, The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats
When you are old and grey and full of sleep And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream o — W.B. Yeats, The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats
How far away the stars seem, and how farIs our first kiss, and ah, how old my heart! — W.B. Yeats, The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats
How far away the stars seem, and how farIs our first kiss, and ah, how old my heart! — W.B. Yeats, The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats
THAT crazed girl improvising her music.Her poetry, dancing upon the shore,Her soul in division from itselfClimbing, fall — W.B. Yeats, The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats
THAT crazed girl improvising her music.Her poetry, dancing upon the shore,Her soul in division from itselfClimbing, fall — W.B. Yeats, The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats
The Coming of Wisdom with TimeThough leaves are many, the root is one,Through all the lying days of my youthI swayed my — W.B. Yeats, The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats
The Coming of Wisdom with TimeThough leaves are many, the root is one,Through all the lying days of my youthI swayed my — W.B. Yeats, The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats
Heart-mysteries there, and yet when all is saidIt was the dream itself enchanted me("The Circus Animal's Desertion") — W.B. Yeats, The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats
Heart-mysteries there, and yet when all is saidIt was the dream itself enchanted me("The Circus Animal's Desertion") — W.B. Yeats, The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats
I went out to the hazel woodbecause a fire was in my headcut and peeled a hazel wandand hooked a berry to a threadand wh — W.B. Yeats, The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats
I went out to the hazel woodbecause a fire was in my headcut and peeled a hazel wandand hooked a berry to a threadand wh — W.B. Yeats, The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats
In tombs of gold and lapis lazuliBodies of holy men and women exudeMiraculous oil, odour of violet.But under heavy loads — W.B. Yeats, The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats
In tombs of gold and lapis lazuliBodies of holy men and women exudeMiraculous oil, odour of violet.But under heavy loads — W.B. Yeats, The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats
My fiftieth year had come and gone,I sat, a solitary man,In a crowded London shop,An open book and empty cupOn the marbl — W.B. Yeats, The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats
My fiftieth year had come and gone,I sat, a solitary man,In a crowded London shop,An open book and empty cupOn the marbl — W.B. Yeats, The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats
ROSE of all Roses, Rose of all the World! The tall thought-woven sails, that flap unfurled Above the tide of hours, trou — W.B. Yeats, The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats
ROSE of all Roses, Rose of all the World! The tall thought-woven sails, that flap unfurled Above the tide of hours, trou — W.B. Yeats, The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats
O chestnut-tree, great-rooted blossomer,Are you the leaf, the blossom or the bole?O body swayed to music, O brightening — W.B. Yeats, The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats
O chestnut-tree, great-rooted blossomer,Are you the leaf, the blossom or the bole?O body swayed to music, O brightening — W.B. Yeats, The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats
Why should I blame her that she filled my daysWith misery, or that she would of late Have taught to ignorant men most vi — W.B. Yeats, The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats
Why should I blame her that she filled my daysWith misery, or that she would of late Have taught to ignorant men most vi — W.B. Yeats, The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats