William Butler Yeats
William Butler Yeats was an Irish poet, dramatist, writer and one of the foremost figures of 20th-century literature. He was a driving force behind the Irish Literary Revival and became a pillar of the Irish literary establishment who helped to found the Abbey Theatre. In his later years he served two terms as a Senator of the Irish Free State.
William Butler Yeats Quotes Page 5
O but we dreamed to mend Whatever mischief seemed To afflict mankind, but now That winds of winter blow Learn that we were crack-pated when we dreamed.
Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart the center cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity.
O heart! O heart! if she'd but turn her head You'd know the folly of being comforted.
He that sings a lasting song Thinks in a marrowbone.
I knew a phoenix in my youth, so let them have their day.
I carry the sun in a golden cup, The moon in a silver bag.
How many loved your moments of glad grace And loved your beauty with love false or true But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
And many a poor man that has roved Loved and thought himself beloved From a glad kindness cannot take his eyes.
An aged man is but a paltry thing, A tattered coat upon a stick, unless Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing For every tatter in its mortal dress.
At midnight on the Emperor's pavement flit Flames that no faggot feeds, nor steel has lit.
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