THAT crazed girl improvising her music. Her poetry, dancing upon the shore, Her soul in division from itself Climbing, falling She knew not where, Hiding amid the cargo of a steamship, Her knee-cap broken, that girl I declare A beautiful lofty thing, or a thing Heroically lost, heroically found. No matter what disaster occurred She stood in desperate music wound, Wound, wound, and she made in her triumph Where the bales and the baskets lay No common intelligible sound But sang, 'O sea-starved, hungry sea
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WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye; That's all we shall know for truth Before w... WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS People who lean on logic and philosophy and rational exposition end by starving the best part of the... WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS Too long a sacrifice/ Can make a stone of the heart. -William Butler Yeats. WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS Think where man's glory most begins and ends, And say my glory was I had such friends. WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS One should not lose one's temper unless one is certain of getting more and more angry to the end. WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS The intellect of man is forced to choose perfection of the life, or of the work, and if it take th... WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS But I, being poor, have only my dreams. I have spread my dreams under your feet; tread softly, becau... WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS You that would judge me, do not judge alone this book or that, come to this hallowed place where my ... WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS Always when I see a man fond of praise I always think it is because he is an affectionate man cravin... J. B. YEATS Personality is born out of pain. It is the fire shut up in the flint. - Letters to His Son, W. B. ... J. B. YEATS Always when I see a man fond of praise I always think it is because he is an affectionate man cra... J. B. YEATS All empty sould tend toward extreme opinions. WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS We . . . are no petty people. We are one of the great stocks of
Burke; we are the people of Swift,... WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS The innocent and the beautiful Have no enemy but time WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS And say my glory was I had such friends. WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS An aged man is but a paltry thing, a tattered coat upon a stick. WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS A pity beyond all telling is hid in the heart of love. WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and ... WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS Every conquering temptation represents a new fund of moral energy. Every trial endured and weathered... WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS I call on those that call me son,Grandson, or great-grandson,On uncles, aunts, great-uncles or great... WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS When two close kindred meetWhat better than call a dance? WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS We were the last romantics -- chose for themeTraditional sanctity and loveliness. WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS You know what the Englishman's idea of compromise is? He says, Some people say there is a God. S... WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS Be secret and exult, Because of all things known That is most difficult. WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS Out of Ireland have we come, great hatred, little room, maimed us at the start. I carry from my moth... WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS