William Butler Yeats Short Quotes

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Man can embody truth but he cannot know it.

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Homer is my example and his unchristened heart.

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What made us dream that he could comb gray hair?

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The ghost of Roger Casement
Is beating on the door.

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He that sings a lasting song Thinks in a marrowbone.

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The innocent and the beautiful
Have no enemy but time.

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A pity beyond all telling,
Is hid in the heart of love.

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What shall I do for pretty girls Now my old bawd is dead?

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I knew a phoenix in my youth, so let them have their day.

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All changed, changed utterly:
A terrible beauty is born.

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I carry the sun in a golden cup,
The moon in a silver bag.

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Irish poets, learn your trade,
Sing whatever is well made.

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If soul may look and body touch,
Which is the more blest?

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I'm looking for the face I had, before the world was made...

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Nothing that we love over-much
Is ponderable to our touch.

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Because I helped to wind the clock, I come to hear it strike.

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Did that play of mine send out
Certain men the English shot?

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And wisdom is a butterfly
And not a gloomy bird of prey....

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From our birthday, until we die, Is but the winking of an eye.

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Minute by minute they live:
The stone's in the midst of all.

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The soul of man is of the imperishable substance of the stars!

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The winds that awakened the stars Are blowing through my blood.

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We are closed in, and the key is turned / On our uncertainty...

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

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All the stream that's roaring by
Came out of a needle's eye....

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