But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams. William Butler Yeats More Quotes by William Butler Yeats More Quotes From William Butler Yeats And when you sigh from kiss to kiss William Butler Yeats kissing white beauty Our words must seem to be inevitable. William Butler Yeats inevitable our-words writing Locke sank into a swoon; The Garden died; God took the spinning-jenny Out of his side. William Butler Yeats jenny spinning garden What's memory but the ash That chokes our fires that have begun to sink? William Butler Yeats ashes fire memories There is no deformity But saves us from a dream. William Butler Yeats deformity imperfection dream I carry from my mother's womb a fanatic's heart. William Butler Yeats womb mother heart If a powerful and benevolent spirit has shaped the destiny of this world, we can better discover that destiny from the words that have gathered up the heart's desire of the world, than from historical records, or from speculation, wherein the heart withers. William Butler Yeats destiny powerful heart For those that love the world serve it in action, Grow rich, popular, and full of influence; And should they paint or write still is it action, The struggle of the fly in marmalade. William Butler Yeats struggle writing world God spreads the heavens above us like great wings, And gives a little round of deeds and days. William Butler Yeats wings giving heaven Many times man lives and dies William Butler Yeats race men life Though leaves are many, the root is one. William Butler Yeats roots Shakespeare cared little for the State, the source of all our judgments, apart from its shows and splendours, its turmoils and battles, its flamings out of the uncivilized heart. William Butler Yeats battle heart littles Everything that man esteems Endures a moment or a day. William Butler Yeats endure moments men Great literature has always been written in a like spirit, and is, indeed, the Forgiveness of Sin, and when we find it becoming the Accusation of Sin, as in George Eliot, who plucks her Tito in pieces with as much assurance as if he had been clockwork, literature has begun to change into something else. William Butler Yeats pieces becoming literature Longfellow has his popularity, in the main, because he tells his story or his idea so that one needs nothing but his verses to understand it. William Butler Yeats stories ideas needs When all is said and done, how do we know but that our own unreason may be better than another's truth? for it has been warmed on our hearths and in our souls, and is ready for the wild bees of truth to hive in it, and make their sweet honey. William Butler Yeats done soul sweet Give to these children, new from the world, William Butler Yeats men life children It's certain there is no fine thing Since Adam's fall but needs much laboring. William Butler Yeats adam fall needs An intellectual hatred is the worst, So let her think opinions are accursed. Have I not seen the loveliest woman born Out of the mouth of Plenty's horn, Because of her opinionated mind Barter that horn and every good By quiet natures understood For an old bellows full of angry wind? William Butler Yeats hatred wind thinking Tread softly, for you tread on my dreams William Butler Yeats anxiety dream
