Ecstasy is from the contemplation of things vaster than the individual and imperfectly seen perhaps, by all those that still live. William Butler Yeats More Quotes by William Butler Yeats More Quotes From William Butler Yeats Man has created death. William Butler Yeats biodiversitymen My father was an angry and impatient teacher and flung the reading book at my head. William Butler Yeats teacherfatherbook Death and life were not William Butler Yeats soulmenlife For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand. William Butler Yeats empty-soulsfairyworld Let the new faces play what tricks they will William Butler Yeats gardennightlife I thought of rhyme alone, William Butler Yeats poetrysweethappiness There is no release William Butler Yeats lifedirtyart Surely among a rich man's flowering lawns, William Butler Yeats painrainlife And that enquiring man John Synge comes next, William Butler Yeats menlifelong Endure what life God gives and ask no longer span; William Butler Yeats givingmenlife I rise in the dawn, and I kneel and blow William Butler Yeats starsdreamwork Some burn damp faggots, others may consume William Butler Yeats small-roomsblacklife Some moralist or mythological poet William Butler Yeats swansmirrorsbeauty But bear in mind your lover's wage William Butler Yeats jealousyglassesbeauty Poetry and music I have banished, William Butler Yeats musicrootsdirty All things can tempt me from this craft of verse: William Butler Yeats poetrylandhands Style, personality - deliberately adopted and therefore a mask - is the only escape from the hot-faced bargainers and money-changers. William Butler Yeats stylepersonalityhot And if joy were not on the earth, William Butler Yeats changelifelying No man, even though he be Shakespeare, can write perfectly when his web is woven of threads that have been spun in many lands. William Butler Yeats landwritingmen To sit beside the board and drink good wine And watch the turf smoke coiling from the fire And feel content and wisdom in your heart, This is the best of life; when we are young We long to tread a way none trod before, But find the excellent old way through love And through the care of children to the hour Forbidding Fate and Time and Change goodbye. William Butler Yeats heartgoodbyechildren
