Quotes about Yeats

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Never give all the heart, for loveWill hardly seem worth thinking ofTo passionate women if it seemCertain, and they neve — W.B. Yeats, In the Seven Woods: Being Poems Chiefly of the Irish Heroic Age
Never give all the heart, for loveWill hardly seem worth thinking ofTo passionate women if it seemCertain, and they neve — W.B. Yeats, In the Seven Woods: Being Poems Chiefly of the Irish Heroic Age
To be the father of growing daughters is to understand something of what Yeats evokes with his imperishable phrase 'terr — Christopher Hitchens, Hitch-22: A Memoir
To be the father of growing daughters is to understand something of what Yeats evokes with his imperishable phrase 'terr — Christopher Hitchens, Hitch-22: A Memoir
Nor dread nor hope attendA dying animal — A man awaits his endDreading and hoping all.
Nor dread nor hope attendA dying animal — A man awaits his endDreading and hoping all.
What can be explained is not poetry. — W.B. Yeats
What can be explained is not poetry. — W.B. Yeats
Out of the quarrel with others we make rhetoric — out of the quarrel with ourselves we make poetry.
Out of the quarrel with others we make rhetoric — out of the quarrel with ourselves we make poetry.
Mad Ireland hurt you into poetry. — W.H. Auden
Mad Ireland hurt you into poetry. — W.H. Auden
Being Irish, he had an abiding sense of tragedy, which sustained him through temporary periods of joy. — W.B. Yeats
Being Irish, he had an abiding sense of tragedy, which sustained him through temporary periods of joy. — W.B. Yeats
He believes, but he does not believe: the impossibility of believing is the impossibility which he accepts most reluctan — Edmund Wilson, Axel's Castle: A Study of the Imaginative Literature of 1870-1930
He believes, but he does not believe: the impossibility of believing is the impossibility which he accepts most reluctan — Edmund Wilson, Axel's Castle: A Study of the Imaginative Literature of 1870-1930
Yeats was straight, but as Auden wrote in ‘In Memory of WB Yeats’: “You were silly like us. — Christopher Bram, Eminent Outlaws: The Gay Writers Who Changed America
Yeats was straight, but as Auden wrote in ‘In Memory of WB Yeats’: “You were silly like us. — Christopher Bram, Eminent Outlaws: The Gay Writers Who Changed America
But the power in this case is real indeed. You doubt the mystery and power of these aircraft and their markings? They ar — John C. Wright, The Judge of Ages
But the power in this case is real indeed. You doubt the mystery and power of these aircraft and their markings? They ar — John C. Wright, The Judge of Ages
An Irish Airman foresees his DeathI Know that I shall meet my fate Somewhere among the clouds above; Those that I figh — W.B. Yeats, The Wild Swans at Coole
An Irish Airman foresees his DeathI Know that I shall meet my fate Somewhere among the clouds above; Those that I figh — W.B. Yeats, The Wild Swans at Coole
For [W. B.] Yeats magic was not so much a kind of poetry as poetry a kind of magic, and the object of both alike was evo — Kathleen Raine
For [W. B.] Yeats magic was not so much a kind of poetry as poetry a kind of magic, and the object of both alike was evo — Kathleen Raine
...I was shocked and astonished when a daring little girl -- a cousin I think -- having waited under a group of trees in — W.B. Yeats
...I was shocked and astonished when a daring little girl -- a cousin I think -- having waited under a group of trees in — W.B. Yeats
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. — W.B. Yeats
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. — 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